Section 10
But now our history must part company
with Frederick Barnet and his barge-load of hungry
and starving men.
For a time in western Europe at least
it was indeed as if civilisation had come to a final
collapse. These crowning buds upon the tradition
that Napoleon planted and Bismarck watered, opened
and flared ’like waterlilies of flame’
over nations destroyed, over churches smashed or submerged,
towns ruined, fields lost to mankind for ever, and
a million weltering bodies. Was this lesson enough
for mankind, or would the flames of war still burn
amidst the ruins?
Neither Barnet nor his companions,
it is clear, had any assurance in their answers to
that question. Already once in the history of
mankind, in America, before its discovery by the whites,
an organised civilisation had given way to a mere
cult of warfare, specialised and cruel, and it seemed
for a time to many a thoughtful man as if the whole
world was but to repeat on a larger scale this ascendancy
of the warrior, this triumph of the destructive instincts
of the race.
The subsequent chapters of Barnet’s
narrative do but supply body to this tragic possibility.
He gives a series of vignettes of civilisation, shattered,
it seemed, almost irreparably. He found the Belgian
hills swarming with refugees and desolated by cholera;
the vestiges of the contending armies keeping order
under a truce, without actual battles, but with the
cautious hostility of habit, and a great absence of
plan everywhere.
Overhead aeroplanes went on mysterious
errands, and there were rumours of cannibalism and
hysterical fanaticisms in the valleys of the Semoy
and the forest region of the eastern Ardennes.
There was the report of an attack upon Russia by the
Chinese and Japanese, and of some huge revolutionary
outbreak in America. The weather was stormier
than men had ever known it in those regions, with
much thunder and lightning and wild cloud-bursts of
rain….