The Deputy of Arcis
The Deputy of Arcis By Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley PART I THE ELECTION I ALL ELECTIONS BEGIN WITH A BUSTLE
rumours which run all round the line for a week, and which no amount of
experience prevents some people from believing.
"After all, these 'furphies' make life worth living in the trenches," as
one of our men said to me the other day. All the Germans, in a certain
part of the line opposite, now firmly believe that the war is going to
end on August 17th.
But this is merely the gossip of the German trenches telegraphed across
No Man's Land. I do not know how far the divisional Staff Officer
satisfied himself as the result of all his messages, but he did not
satisfy the gentleman with the big index.
"There is one way to find out who is there," the Big Man said, "and that
is always the same--to go there and bring some of them back."
And so twice in the next three weeks the German artillery fired about
L30,000 worth of shells, and a party of picked men stole across the
open, and in spite of a certain loss on one occasion they took back a
few prisoners. And the query went out of the index.
It would be quite easy to present to the German for a penny the facts
which it cost him L60,000 and good men's lives to obtain. When you know
this, you can understand why the casualties reported in the papers do
not any longer state the units of the men who have suffered them.
The Deputy of Arcis By Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley PART I THE ELECTION I ALL ELECTIONS BEGIN WITH A BUSTLE