Roy Norton

The Bauble (1910)

Summary

Roy Norton The Bauble (1910)

Above us the clouds lightened to a pallid gray, and then in a moment more we leaped through them into a moonlit world. The fog banks beyond which we had passed had become a white and crested sea which rolled in stately, slow billows as far as the eye could reach. The stars seemed near and clear and bright. It was as if we had invaded a mystic realm of peaceful beauty and left war and its panoplies of horror or glory behind. The machine perceptibly righted and swung out toward the north, that north in which lay the legions of France—and friends!
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Roy Norton The Bauble (1910)

Brownelle, who by this time had been accepted as an equal by all of us, suggested that we try that very night. And we did.
“A heavy, low lying fog had dropped down, dense as that of London in an inhospitable season. It marked everything and shadowed the sentries with huge distortions. We adopted the very busiest time of the evening, when the camp was widely awake, for our enterprise, knowing that no one would expect such open daring at the hour immediately following supper and that we could then pass more easily from tent to tent and up to the dim hulks that loomed monstrous in the night.
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Roy Norton The Bauble (1910)

Whenever I fight with sentiment, I lose.
AH, that was a disastrous campaign! You remember how we beat the enemy off: but, through old Merthier's fumbling, failed to follow up our advantage and invade the heart of Germany? You remember how our dilatory methods and the German mobility enabled the enemy almost to encompass us a month later in the very heart of Alsace? But your histories don't tell how darkly the lucky star of France went into an eclipse.
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