New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1914-08-30

have translated the blow of fist into thought
question explanation, negotiation In what shall
YOU have faith when races and nations fight and
scramble as though some devil had thrown pen
ny in their midst.
Crowds are outside of the Edinburgh postoAice
as you hurry in TO send necessary cables. People
at the cable window offering 50 notes Of the
Bank Of England. explaining they have no gold
reasoning pleading, expostulating. All in vain
Only coin VIII be accepted gold or silver
You write out your cablegram. The official
glances over it hastily 1--WE don't accept any code
words. not even the address, the government has
taken over the wires of the country and censors
all dispatches" AT your next Try he says: You've
got 20 put in the street address But IT'S only
Il small town, there isn't any street address
Then invent one-l Vacant Row, Pill st, Cucum-
Der Aley-anything you like There must be
complete address" The chink Of the gold remain
ing ir your pocket is dsquietingly faint as you
leave the building
ALL THE GRIM MACHINERY OF Wharf.-The
WAITING CROWDS.
Flaring placards announce the advance Of the
German armies into Belgium, the seizure of the
British railways by the government the mobiliza-
ton of the navy. From the railroad cutting at
the foot Of the castle hill sounds of the ciank
of long freight trains and CLEANS Of light reveal
the grim forms Of cannon machine guns and field
artillery moving slowly into Edinburgh to fortify
Leith harbor and the Firth Of Forth. For that
morning the German fleet was observed steammg
westward from Kiel and in the present uncertainty
an attack from the sea is possible. You hear the
throb Of d drum the shutting tramp Of feet ana
a khaki-csd detachment marches by to the har-
Dor The crowd wanders back and forth like sleep
IL h., fHg De
torials and the reservists entrain for destina
ton that no one knows but the war lords and the
commanding officers.
The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders arc com
.ng There is a murmur and the street lights
flicker over a whirling, swaying, helter-sketcr OF
figures Then the harsh drone of the bagppes
and the angry falsetto melody override all other
sounds The men march as # on parade, IN white
spats, every peat of their kits perfect, tartans
fastened TO their shoulder, at their head the drum
major and drummer whose arms flicker like
snakes about his head and his drum.
HIS MAJESTY'S ROYAL ARTILLERY ON THE
WAY 70 CARLTON HILL.
Soldiers in automobiles, territorials on motor
cycles, worm their way impatienty through the
densely packed streets. Single reseryists are max
ing their way 10 the station. There is rumble
as Of heavy wagons and detachment goes by
of His Majes,y's Royal Artillery. laboring at the
wheels Of field pieces, dragging them up the long
slope to Carlton Hill, which commands the en-
trance to the Firth Of Forth. Wagons o. supplies
creak by, guarded by small groups Of soldiers with
fixed bayonets and loaded guns.
The great war engine is at work. Mobilization,
the movement Of troops and supplies supcrsedes
an private concerns, or your wishes or your needs
II you want TO leave the city you may 20 now;
ID you delay they do not guarantee the departure
Of any trains an hour hence. Automobiles have
been Communicated for the use Of his maJesty's
troops, horses taken from cabmen, delivery truck
and wagons from shops. If you buy, you must
take home your purchase yourself. Nowhere is
there enthusiasm or reckless hilarty; nor is there