The Monticellonian., 1918-08-09
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By IT. CURTIS WHEELER
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 Before l turn over for good this one of many other pages. 1 must draw for you two little pictures.
 The first I saw one sunny afternoon when the shadows were beginning to lengthen out. Three of us, Americans all, were walking down country road that bordered a rolling field. In the distance, at the end of one long straight black furrow, figure was toiling at two-horse blow. As 1t turned and started back, after consid- erable confusion, we could make out two horses, a steady old white one. and frisky lay. The old white horse plodded steadily along in the furrow just made, using what little strength he had as cleverly as an aged express man. But the bay, being little more than colt, bounded up into draught and back again, to left and right, like a green wheel-horse on a caisson. AS the team came closer. we looked with amazement at the figure guiding it. It Was q boy of ten.
 The French two-horse blow is hung different from ours and does not re- quire as much weight on the handles; but even so. he had practically to ride it all the way. It was plain that guid- ing it when it threatened to twist off or up required every ounce of strength the kiddy had. Yet each moment he applied it at just the right moment and just the right place so the furrow remained deep and true.
 As the team came just below us in the field and started to turn for the next furrow, something went wrong. The boy was busy swinging his blow around and didn't see 1t in time. When he looked at the horses they were all tangled up, the bay lunging desperate ly into her cid team-mate. He had only single rein tq the nigh horse and on this he yanked and shrilled at them valiantly enough They quieted ohediently at the sound of his voice, but seemed unable to move. He dashed forward cracking his whip, but nothing happened.
 Never Felt So Ashamed.
 Then saw where the bay had her off hind snarled mp in the trace, and hopped off down the road. It was only Il seconds work to lift her foot out and straighten the trace. As I stood up the youngster came to me, thanked me, and looked Ut me squarely with his clear blue eyes. have never felt so ashame, in all my life.
 There he stood the sweat of long days work beaded on his brow, in ridiculous big looped-up trousers and huge wooden Shoes-his fathers. And there we stood, three great hulking, bread-shoudered figures against the sun. who had done no mans work all that day. There might be other days, to be sure, but this day was gone, and here was this boy, blowing for France.
 There was an awkward silence and one of the men, moved curiously by know not what. offered the youngster package of cigarettes He smiled and shook his head, saving obviously enough. me fume pas" "For your fla ther," insisted the man, and I wished the words unsaid; "or your brother" The boy said nothing for a minute. his eyes clouding q little, and in the inter- val he had grown much larger than we We stood before him like truantS. Finally he took the cigarettes. wadded them down into his bagging trousers, chirruped cheerfully enough to his team, and plodded sturdily on across the field. Behind us, on the hilltop, three crosses stood black against the sun.
 The second picturS saw but two days before left, as I was walking up the hill to dinner. The sun had set as I left the village and the frogs in the pond below the horse-trough, where the ducks quacked and dabbled in the mud all day, were beginning to sing their evening song. Suddenly heard the pitter-patter of many feet. The road ahead was packed as far as the next turn with sheep. On they came, putting each other from side to side and occasionally baaing queru- iously. Their even, gray-white backs seemed to pave the road evenly from side to side. until you began to see, darting back and forth, scores of little lambs
 As I watched, two mongrel dogs, guardians of the flock, came bounding silently along one side. A lamb had strayed up on the bank there and they bounced upon 1t to turn it back. But one of them bit too deep, and not even pure sheep-dogs are always proof against blood I saw what would hap pen in minute and leaped on the bank At my approach, the dogs skulked off like q military policeman discovered in cafe after closing hours. The lamb lay motionless, blood running from it's nose
 The Mothers of France
 called the universal French appeal for someone, anyone-"Dis donc !" and was answered immediately. The sheep huddled stupidly in the road below, in sight of home. while little girl toiled up the bank She looked at the lamb dispassionately, kicked it. and 1t rose to it's feet immediately and rushed back to the flock, too frightened alwost to bleat.
 Then she called the nearest dog. He pretended not to hear at first, and then craWed up to her on his belly. She held him by one ear, and kicked with all her might at his stomach. He shut his eyes and screamed for mercy, but never budged. This finished, she let hin, Ca and ba Suuattad habind bar