ttle of the Franco-Prussian war.For mi▓les along the way, dotting the hil●lsides, standing singly or in clusters a▓long lazy brooks, or half-hidden by the● foliage of summer, were countless simple, white▓ crosses, bearing only the brief inscription 癜Hier ruhen Krieger-1870.” Beyond,▓ the colossal statue of a soldier of pas▓t decades pointed away across● a deep-wooded glen to the vast graveyard of
his▓ fallen comrades.
A mile further on,▓ in the open country, out of sight of ▓even a peasant’s cottage, two ▓iron posts at the wayside marked the boundary● established by the treaty of Versailles.▓ A farmer with his mattock s▓tood in Germany grubbing at a wee▓d that grew in France.
Mindful of ●the lack of cordiality that exist▓s between the two countries, I antici▓pated some delay at the f
rontier.The cust●omhouse was a mere cottage, the first ●building of a straggling village some miles b▓eyond the international line.A mild-▓eyed Frenchman, in a uniform worn ●shiny across the shoulders a●nd the seat of the trousers, wandered out in▓to the highway at my approach.● Behind him strolled a second officer.But the ▓difficulties I had expected wer●e existent only in my own imaginat●ion.The