. Vive la France! . 3 c 3 bo > beC c CO ~. J3 THE RED BADGE OF MERCY 245 broken, mud-incrusted boots, for they spokeso eloquently of utter weariness and was something about them that wasthe very essence of pathos. The owners of thoseboots were lying on stretchers which were madeto slide into the ambulances as drawers slideinto a bureau, and most of them were sufferingagony such as onl} a woman in childbirthknows. This was the reaping of the grim harvesterwhich was at its work of mowing down humanbeings not five miles away. Sometimes, asthe ambulances went rocking by, I would
. Vive la France! . 3 c 3 bo > beC c CO ~. J3 THE RED BADGE OF MERCY 245 broken, mud-incrusted boots, for they spokeso eloquently of utter weariness and was something about them that wasthe very essence of pathos. The owners of thoseboots were lying on stretchers which were madeto slide into the ambulances as drawers slideinto a bureau, and most of them were sufferingagony such as onl} a woman in childbirthknows. This was the reaping of the grim harvesterwhich was at its work of mowing down humanbeings not five miles away. Sometimes, asthe ambulances went rocking by, I would catcha fleeting glimpse of some poor fellow whosewounds would not permit of his lying remember one of these in particular—a clean-cut, fair-haired youngster who looked to bestill in his teens. He was sitting on the floorof the ambulance leaning for support againstthe rail. He held his arms straight out in frontof him. Both his hands had been blown awayat the wrists. The head of another was soswathed in ban
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