We passed through it late in the afternoon-this little Belgian town called Montignies St. Christophe-just twenty-four hours behind a dust- colored German column. I am going to try now to tell how it looked to us. I am inclined to think I passed this way a year before, or a little less, though I cannot be quite certain as to that. Traveling 'cross country, the country is likely to look different from the way it looked when you viewed it from the window of a railroad carriage.
We passed through it late in the afternoon-this little Belgian town called Montignies St. Christophe-just twenty-four hours behind a dust- colored Ger...
