Young Hilda at the Wars

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The days were filled with care of the hurt, and food for the hungry, and clothing for the dilapidated. And the nights--she knew she would not forget those nights, when the three...

By acts not his own, his consciousness is crowded with horror. Names of his ancient cities which should ring pleasantly in his ear--Louvain, Dinant, Malines: there is an echo of...

"Monsieur Rollo will now bring his signal lamp outside the house," the Commandant said curtly. "He will signal the enemy that our reinforcements and ammunition have arrived, and...

As quickly as they could unload their men, and stuff them into the corridor, Hilda and the doctor and Woffington sped back down the line, and up to the thronged dressing-station...

"I'm not a warlike person," replied Hilda, "so I don't know what's the proper thing. But, just the same, I don't like to see them using black men. They don't know what they're f...

Wetteren Hospital--brick walls and stone floors, the clatter of wooden shoes in the outer corridor, where peasants shuffled. In two inner rooms, where eleven cots stood, there w...

Then the party started for the church: fifteen-year-old René, the Belgian boy scout who was to serve as godfather, giggling; the apple-cheeked Flemish girl carrying "Pervyse"; H...