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This Gentleman In the Distinguished-Looking khaki Clothes With
His Revolver And His Field Glasses And His Canteen And; His
Dragoman. The Dragoman Lied, Of Course, And Vocifcrated that
The Gentleman In the Distinguished-Looking khaki Clothes Was
An English Soldier Of Reputation, Who Had, Naturally, Come To
Help The Cross In its Fight Against, The Crescent. He Also Said
That His Master Had Three Superb Horses Coming from Athens In
Charge Of A Groom, And Was Undoubtedly Going to Join The
Cavalry. Whereupon The Soldiers Wished to Embrace And Kiss
The Gentleman In the Distinguished-Looking khaki Clothes.
There Was More Or Less Of A Scuffle. Coleman Would Have
Taken To Kicking and Punching, But He Found That By A- Series Of
Elusive Movements He Could Dodge The Demonstrations Of
Affection Without Losing his Popularity. Escorted by The
Soldiers, Citizens, Children And Dogs, He Went To The Diligence
Which Was To Take Him And Others The Next Stage Of The Journey.
As The Diligence Proceeded, Coleman'S Mind Suffered another
Little Inroad Of Ill-Fate As To The Success Of His Expedition. In the
First Place It Appeared foolish To Expect That This Diligence
Would Ever Arrive Anywhere. Moreover, The
Accommodations Were About Equal To What One Would Endure If
One Undertook To Sleep For A Night In a Tree. Then There Was A
Devil-Dog, A Little Black-And-Tan Terrier In a Blanket Gorgeous And
Belled, Whose Duty It Was To Stand On The Top Of The Coach And
Bark Incessantly To Keep The Driver Fully Aroused to The Enormity
Of His Occupation. To Have This Cur Silenced either By
Strangulation Or Ordinary Clubbing, Coleman Struggled with His
Dragoman As Jacob Struggled with The Angel, But In the First
Place, The Dragoman Was A Greek Whose Tongue Could Go Quite
Drunk, A Greek Who Became A Slave To The Heralding and
Establishment Of One Certain Fact, Or Lie, And Now He Was
Engaged in describing to Every Village And To All The Country
Side The Prowess Of The Gentleman In the Distinguished-Looking
Khaki Clothes. It Was The General Absurdity Of This Advance To
The Frontier And The Fighting, To The Crucial Place Where He Was
Resolved to Make An Attempt To Rescue His Sweetheart ; It Was
This Ridiculous Aspect That Caused to Come To Coleman A
Premonition Of Failure. No Knight Ever Went Out To Recover A Lost
Love In such A Diligence And With Such A Devil-Dog, Tinkling his
Little Bells And Yelping insanely To Keep The Driver Awake.
After Night-Fall They Arrived at A Town On The Southern Coast
Of The Gulf Of Arta And The Goaded dragoman Was-Thrust Forth
From The Little Inn Into The Street To Find The First Possible Means
Of Getting on To Arta. He Returned at Last To Tremulously Say That
There Was No Single Chance Of Starting for Arta That Night. Where
Upon He Was Again Thrust Into The Street With Orders, Strict Orders.
In Due Time, Coleman Spread His Rugs Upon The Floor Of His Little Room
And Thought Himself Almost Asleep,. When The Dragoman Entered
With A Really Intelligent Man Who, For Some Reason, Had Agreed
To Consort With Him In the Business Of Getting the Stranger Off
To Arta. They Announced that There Was A Brigantine About To
Sail With A Load Of Soldiers For A Little Port Near Arta, And If
Coleman Hurried he Could Catch It, Permission From An Officer
Having already Been Obtained. He Was Up At Once, And The
Dragoman And The Unaccountably Intelligent Person Hastily
Gathered his Chattels. Stepping out Into A Black Street And
Moving to The Edge Of Black Water And Embarking in a Black
Boat Filled with Soldiers Whose Rifles Dimly Shone, Was As
Impressive To Coleman As If, Really, It Had Been The First Start. He
Had Endured many Starts, It Was True, But The Latest One Always
Touched him As Being conclusive.
There Were No Lights On The Brigantine And The Men Swung
Precariously Up Her Sides To The Deck Which Was Already
Occupied by A Babbling multitude. The Dragoman Judiciously
Found A Place For His Master Where During the Night The Latter
Had To Move Quickly Everytime The Tiller Was Shifted to
Starboard.
The Craft Raised her Shadowy Sails And Swung Slowly Off Into
The Deep Gloom. Forward, Some Of The Soldiers Began To Sing
Weird Minor Melodies. Coleman, Enveloped in his Rugs, -Smoked
Three Or Four Cigars. He Was Content And Miserable, Lying there,
Hearing these Melodies Which Defined to Him His Own Affairs.
At Dawn They Were At The Little Port. First, In the Carmine And
Grey Tints From A Sleepy Sun, They Could See Little Mobs Of
Soldiers Working amid Boxes Of Stores. And Then From The Back
In Some Dun And Green Hills Sounded a Deep-Throated thunder
Of Artillery An Officer Gave Coleman And His Dragoman
Positions In one Of The First Boats, But Of Course It Could Not Be
Done Without An Almost Endless Amount Of Palaver. Eventually
They Landed with Their Traps. Coleman Felt Through The Sole Of
His Boot His Foot Upon The Shore. He Was Within Striking
Distance.
But Here It Was Smitten Into The Head Of Coleman'S Servant To
Turn Into The Most Inefficient Dragoman, Probably In the Entire
East. Coleman Discerned it Immediately, Before Any Blunder
Could Tell Him. He At First Thought That It Was The Voices Of The
Guns Which Had Made A Chilly Inside For The Man, But When He
Reflected upon The Incompetency, Or Childish Courier'S Falsity, At
Patras And His Discernible Lack Of Sense From Agrinion Onward,
He Felt That The Fault Was Elemental In his Nature. It Was A Mere
Basic Inability To Front Novel Situations Which Was Somehow In the
Dragoman; He Retreated from Everything difficult In a Smoke Of
Gibberish And Gesticulation. Coleman Glared at Him With The Hatred that
Sometimes Ensues When Breed meets Breed, But He Saw That
This Man Was Indeed a Golden Link In his Possible Success. This
Man Connected him With Greece And Its Language. If He
Destroyed him He Delayed what Was Now His Main Desire In life.
However, This Truth Did Not Prevent Him From Addressing the
Man In elegant Speech.
The Two Little Men Who Were Induced to Carry Coleman'S
Luggage As Far As The Greek Camp Were Really Procured by The
Correspondent Himself, Who Pantomined vigourously And With
Unmistakable Vividness. Followed by His Dragoman And The Two
Little Men, He Strode Off Along A Road Which Led straight As A
Stick To Where The Guns Were At Intervals Booming. Meanwhile
The Dragoman And The Two Little Men Talked, Talked, Talked.-
Coleman Was Silent, Puffing his Cigar And Reflecting upon The
Odd Things Which Happen To Chivalry In the Modern Age.
He Knew Of Many Men Who Would Have Been Astonished if
They Could Have Seen Into His Mind At That Time, And He Knew Of
Many More Men Who Would Have Laughed if They Had The Same
Privilege Of Sight. He Made No Attempt To Conceal From Himself
That The Whole Thing was Romantic, Romantic Despite The Little
Tinkling dog, The Decrepit Diligence, The Palavering
Natives, The Super-Idiotic Dragoman. It Was Fine, It Was From
Another Age And Even The Actors Could Not Deface The Purity Of
The Picture. However It Was True That Upon The Brigantine The
Previous Night He Had Unaccountably Wetted all His Available
Matches. This Was Momentous, Important, Cruel Truth, But
Coleman, After All, Was Taking-As Well As He Could Forgeta Solemn
And Knightly Joy Of This Adventure And There Were As Many
Portraits Of His Lady Envisioning. Before Him As Ever Held The
Heart Of An Armour-Encased young Gentleman Of Medieval
Poetry. If He Had Been Travelling in this Region As An Ordinary
Tourist, He Would Have Been Apparent Mainly For His Lofty
Impatience Over Trifles, But Now There Was In him A Positive
Assertion Of Direction Which Was Undoubtedly One Of The
Reasons For The Despair Of The Accomplished dragoman.
Before Them The Country Slowly Opened and Opened, The
Straight White Road Always Piercing it Like A Lanceshaft. Soon
They Could See Black Masses Of Men Marking the Green Knolls.
The Artillery Thundered loudly And Now Vibrated augustly
Through The Air. Coleman Quickened his Pace, To The Despair Of
The Little Men Carrying the Traps. They Finally Came Up With One
Of These Black Bodies Of Men And Found It To Be Composed of A
Considerable Number Of Soldiers Who Were Idly Watching some
Hospital People Bury A Dead Turk. The Dragoman At Once Dashed
Forward To Peer Through The Throng And See The Face Of The Corpse.
Then He Came And Supplicated coleman As If He Were Hawking him To
Look At A Relic And Coleman Moved by A Strong, Mysterious
Impulse, Went Forward To Look At The Poor Little Clay-Coloured
Body. At That Moment A Snake Ran Out From A Tuft Of Grass At His
Feet And Wriggled wildly Over The Sod. The Dragoman Shrieked,
Of Course, But One Of The Soldiers Put His Heel Upon The Head Of
The Reptile And It Flung Itself Into The Agonising knot Of Death.
Then The Whole Crowd Powwowed, Turning from The Dead Man
To The Dead Snake. Coleman Signaled his Contingent And
Proceeded along The Road.
This Incident, This Paragraph, Had Seemed a Strange
Introduction To War. The Snake, The Dead Man, The Entire Sketch,
Made Him Shudder Of Itself, But More Than Anything he Felt An
Uncanny Symbolism. It Was No Doubt A Mere Occurrence;
Nothing but An Occurrence; But Inasmuch As All The Detail Of This
Daily Life Associated itself With Marjory, He Felt A Different
Horror. He Had Thought Of The Little Devil-Dog And Marjory In an
Interwoven Way. Supposing marjory Had Been Riding in the
Diligence With The Devil-Dog-A-Top ? What Would She Have Said ?
Of Her Fund Of Expressions, A Fund Uncountable, Which Would
She Have Innocently Projected against The Background Of The
Greek Hills? Would It Have Smitten Her Nerves Badly Or Would
She Have Laughed ? And Supposing marjory
Could Have Seen Him In his New Khaki Clothes Cursing his
Dragoman As He Listened to The Devil-Dog?
And Now He Interwove His Memory Of Marjory With A Dead
Man And With A Snake In the Throes Of The End Of Life. They
Crossed, Intersected, Tangled, These Two Thoughts. He Perceived
It Clearly; The Incongruity Of It. He Academically Reflected upon
The Mysteries Of The Human Mind, This Homeless Machine Which
Lives Here And Then There And Often Lives In two Or Three
Opposing places At The Same Instant. He Decided that The
Incident Of The Snake And The Dead Man Had No More Meaning
Than The Greater Number Of The Things Which Happen To Us In our
Daily Lives. Nevertheless It Bore Upon Him.
On A Spread Of Plain They Saw A Force Drawn Up In a Long Line.
It Was A Flagrant Inky Streak On The Verdant Prairie. From
Somewhere Near It Sounded the Timed reverberations Of Guns.
The Brisk Walk Of The Next Ten Minutes Was Actually Exciting to
Coleman. He Could Not But Reflect That Those Guns Were Being
Fired with Serious Purpose At Certain Human Bodies Much Like
His Own.
As They Drew Nearer They Saw That The Inky Streak Was
Composed of Cavalry, The Troopers Standing at Their Bridles. The
Sunlight Flicked, Upon Their Bright Weapons. Now The Dragoman
Developed in one Of His Extraordinary Directions. He Announced
Forsooth That An Intimate Friend Was A Captain Of Cavalry In this
Command. Coleman At First Thought. That This Was Some Kind Of
Mysterious Lie, But When He Arrived where They Could Hear The
Stamping of Hoofs, The Clank Of Weapons, And The Murmur Of
Men, Behold, A Most Dashing young Officer Gave A Shout Of Joy
And He And The Dragoman Hurled themselves Into A Mad
Embrace. After This First Ecstacy Was Over, The Dragoman
Bethought Him Of His Employer, And Looking toward Coleman
Hastily Explained him To The Officer. The Latter, It Appeared, Was
Very Affable Indeed. Much Had Happened. The Greeks And The
Turks Had Been Fighting over A Shallow Part Of The River Nearly
Opposite This Point And The Greeks Had Driven Back The Turks
And Succeeded in throwing a Bridge Of Casks And Planking
Across The Stream. It Was Now The Duty And The Delight Of This
Force Of Cavalry To Cross The Bridge And, Passing, The Little Force
Of Covering greek Infantry, To Proceed into Turkey Until They
Came In touch With The Enemy.
Coleman'S Eyes Dilated. Was Ever Fate Less Perverse ? Partly
In Wretched french To The Officer And Partly In idiomatic English
To The Dragoman, He Proclaimed his Fiery Desire To Accompany
The Expedition. The Officer Immediately Beamed upon Him. In
Fact, He Was Delighted. The Dragoman Had Naturally Told Him
Many Falsehoods Concerning coleman, Incidentally Referring to
Himself More As A Philanthropic Guardian And, Valuable Friend Of
The Correspondent Than As, A Plain, Unvarnished. Dragoman
With An Exceedingly Good Eye For The Financial Possibilities Of
His Position.
Coleman Wanted to Ask His Servant If There Was Any Chance Of
The Scout Taking them Near Nikopolis, But He Delayed being
Informed upon This Point
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