With the dawn a great wind came out of thenorth,
blustering and unseasonably cold.
The soil, though carefully tended, looks thin, much
ofit supporting only scrub pine. Only very rarely a faint gleam where somewindow was
not entirely obscured.
It was likebeing on a ghost ship, Outward Bound and
driven by unseen hands. It was likebeing on a ghost ship, Outward Bound and driven
by unseen hands.
Spoke, continued withoutspeaking, to speak. Still,
I found an army officer who spoke French and a business man whoknew German. Save for
the few stewards and deck-hands needed to lookafter us, the rest did not appear.
Myself, and an end to hunger, and the happy land, he answered. The hills are belted
with plantings of various heights,giving a curious patchwork effect.
Now and then I saw a Nazistorm-trooper clad in
brown with a red swastika arm band.
The tallpine and fir trees were bent beneath white
loads. Some sixth sensemust have awakened me to another interesting
sight.
A number of Germans boarded the train at
Verona.
I entered wartime Europe by way of Italy, making
the trip from Americaon the Italian liner Rex. At one moment a magnificent rainbow
spanned thebroad straits like a mammoth suspension-bridge. The German tourists
viewed all this in heavy silence. Then, as he thought, Ben said: There is no happy
land. And even then well get whatwe want first. I hurried on deck to watch the
tender again. Towns became more frequent, until we were obviously on the outskirtsof
a metropolitan area.
I hurried on deck to watch the tender
again.
The streets of Munich presently gave way to open
country once more. Heskeeping us out of that war up north because he knows it isnt
ourfight.
Still, I found an army officer who spoke French and
a business man whoknew German.