Robert W. Chambers

The Barbarians

Warsaw 2022

Contents

CHAPTER I FED UP

CHAPTER II MAROONED

CHAPTER III CUCKOO!

CHAPTER IV RECONNAISSANCE

CHAPTER V PARNASSUS

CHAPTER VI IN FINISTÈRE

CHAPTER VII THE AIRMAN

CHAPTER VIII EN OBSERVATION

CHAPTER IX L'OMBRE

CHAPTER X THE GHOULS

CHAPTER XI THE SEED OF DEATH

CHAPTER XII FIFTY-FIFTY

CHAPTER XIII MULETEERS

CHAPTER XIV LA PLOO BELLE

CHAPTER XV CARILLONETTE

CHAPTER XVI DJACK

CHAPTER XVII FRIENDSHIP

CHAPTER XVIII THE AVIATOR

CHAPTER XIX HONOUR

CHAPTER XX "LA BRABANÇONNE"

CHAPTER XXI THE GARDENER

CHAPTER XXII THE SUSPECT

CHAPTER XXIII MADAM DEATH

CHAPTER XXIV BUBBLES

CHAPTER XXV KAMERAD

TO LYLE and MADELEINE MAHAN

I

"Daughter of Light, the bestial wrath

Of Barbary besets thy path!

The Hun is beating his painted drum;

His war horns blare! The Hun is come!”

"Father, I feel his fœtid breath:

The thick air reeks with the stench of death;

My will is Thine. Thy will be done

On Turk and Bulgar, Czech and Hun!”

II

She understands.

Where the dead headland flare

Mocks sea and sand;

Where death-lights shed their glare

On No-Man’s-Land.

France takes her stand.

Magnificently fair,

The Flaming Brand

Within her slender hand;

Christ’s lilies in her hair.

III

"Daughter of Grief, thy House is sand!

Thy towers are falling athwart the land.

They’ve flayed the earth to its ribs of chalk

And over its bones the spectres stalk!”

"Father, I see my high spires reel;

My breast is scarred by the Hun’s hoofed heel.

What was, shall be! I read Thy sign:

Thy ocean yawns for the smitten swine!”

IV

Then, from Verdun

Pealed westward to the Somme

From every gun

God’s summons: “Daughter! Come!”

Then the red sun

Stood still. Grew dumb

The universal hum

Of life, and numb

The lips of Life, undone

By Death... And so–France won!

V

"Daughter of God, the End is here!

The swine rush on: the sea is near!

My wild flowers bloom on the trenches’ edge;

My little birds sing by shore and sedge.”

"Father, raise up my martyred land!

Clothe her bones with Thy magic hand;

Receive the Brand Thy angel lent,

And stanch my blood with Thy sacrament.”

CHAPTER I. FED UP

So this is what happened to the dozen-odd malcontents who could no longer stand the dirty business in Europe and the dirtier politicians at home.

There was treachery in the Senate, treason in the House. A plague of liars infested the Republic; the land was rotting with plots.

But if the authorities at Washington remained incredulous, stunned into impotency, while the din of murder filled the world, a few mere men, fed up on the mess, sickened while awaiting executive galvanization, and started east to purge their souls.

They came from the four quarters of the continent, drawn to the decks of the mule transport by a common sickness and a common necessity. Only two among them had ever before met. They represented all sorts, classes, degrees of education and of ignorance, drawn to a common rendezvous by coincidental nausea incident to the temporary stupidity and poltroonery of those supposed to represent them in the Congress of the Great Republic.

The rendezvous was a mule transport reeking with its cargo, still tied up to the sun-scorched wharf where scores of loungers loafed and gazed up at the rail and exchanged badinage with the supercargo.

The supercargo consisted of this dozen-odd fed-up ones–eight Americans, three Frenchmen and one Belgian.

There was a young soldier of fortune named Carfax, recently discharged from the Pennsylvania State Constabulary, who seemed to feel rather sure of a commission in the British service.

Beside him, leaning on the blistering rail, stood a self-possessed young man named Harry Stent. He had been educated abroad; his means were ample; his time his own. He had shot all kinds of big game except a Hun, he told another young fellow–a civil engineer–who stood at his left and whose name was Jim Brown.

A youth on crutches, passing along the deck behind them, lingered, listening to the conversation, slightly amused at Stent’s game list and his further ambition to bag a Boche.

The young man’s lameness resulted from a trench acquaintance with the game which Stent desired to hunt. His regiment had been, and still was, the 2nd Foreign Legion. He was on his way back, now, to finish his convalescence in his old home in Finistère. He had been a writer of stories for children. His name was Jacques Wayland.

As he turned away from the group at the rail, still amused, a man advancing aft spoke to him by name, and he recognized an American painter whom he had met in Brittany.

“You, Neeland?”

“Oh, yes. I’m fed up with watchful waiting.”

“Where are you bound, ultimately?”

“I’ve a hint that an Overseas unit can use me. And you, Wayland?”

“Going to my old home in Finistère where I’ll get well, I hope.”

“And then?”

“Second Foreign.”

“Oh. Get that leg in the trenches?” inquired Neeland.

“Yes. Came over to recuperate. But Finistère calls me. I’ve gotto smell the sea off Eryx before I can get well.”

A pleasant-faced, middle-aged man, who stood near, turned his head and cast a professionally appraising glance at the young fellow on crutches.

His name was Vail; he was a physician. It did not seem to him that there was much chance for the lame man’s very rapid recovery.

Three muleteers came on deck from below–all young men, all talking in loud, careless voices. They wore uniforms of khaki resembling the regular service uniform. They had no right to these uniforms.

One of these young men had invented the costume. His name was Jack Burley. His two comrades were, respectively, “Sticky" Smith and “Kid” Glenn. Both had figured in the squared circle. All three were fed up. They desired to wallop something, even if it were only a leather-rumped mule.

Four other men completed the supercargo–three French youths who were returning for military duty and one Belgian. They had been waiters in New York. They also were fed up with the administration. They kept by themselves during the voyage. Nobody ever learned their names. They left the transport at Calais, reported, and were lost to sight in the flood of young men flowing toward the trenches.

They completed the odd dozen of fed-up ones who sailed that day on the suffocating mule transport in quest of something they needed but could not find in America–something that lay somewhere amid flaming obscurity in that hell of murder beyond the Somme–their souls’ salvation perhaps.

Twelve fed-up men went. And what happened to all except the four French youths is known. Fate laid a guiding hand on the shoulder of Carfax and gave him a gentle shove toward the Vosges. Destiny linked arms with Stent and Brown and led them toward Italy. Wayland’s rendezvous with Old Man Death was in Finistère. Neeland sailed with an army corps, but Chance met him at Lorient and led him into the strangest paths a young man ever travelled.

As for Sticky Smith, Kid Glenn and Jack Burley, they were muleteers. Or thought they were. A muleteer has to do with mules. Nothing else is supposed to concern him.

But into the lives of these three muleteers came things never dreamed of in their philosophy–never imagined by them even in their cups.

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