The Red Glutton with the German Army at the Front by Irvin S. Cobb

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.