The Valley of Vision : a Book of Romance an Some Half Told Tales by Henry Van Dyke
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when this war is over."
"But no, M'sieu', how can I, with this good-for-nothing arm? I shall never be capable of swinging the axe again." "But you could be the cook, perfectly. And you know the cook gets the best pay in the whole shanty." His face lights up a little. "Truly," he replies; "I never thought of that, but it is true. I have seen a bit of cooking at the front and learned some things. I might take up that end of the job. _But anyway, Im glad I went to the war."_ So we say good-by--_"bonne chance!"_ Since that day the good physician who guided me through the hospital has borne without a murmur the greatest of all sacrifices--the loss of his only son, a brave and lovely boy, killed in action against the thievish, brutal German hordes. III SAINTE MARGUERITE August, 1917 The wild little river _Sainte Marguerite_ runs joyously among the mountains and the green woods, back of the Saguenay, singing the same old song of liberty and obedience to law, as if the world had never been vexed and tortured by the madness of war-lords. |
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