"
A remarkable answer, when you come to think of it; for it claims
a nationality which has never existed, and is not likely to exist,
except in a dream.
"Well, then," I say, following my impulse of psychological curiosity,
of which Jean is sublimely ignorant, "suppose a war should come
between France and England. On which side would you fight?"
Jean knocks the dottle out of his pipe, refills and relights. Then,
between the even strokes of his paddle, he makes this extraordinary
reply:
_"M'sieu, I suppose my body would march under the flag of England.
But my heart would march under the flag of France."_
Good old Jean Morel! You had no premonition of this glorious war
in which the Tricolor and the Union Jack would advance together
against the ravening black eagle of Germany, and the Stars and
Stripes would join them.
How should you know anything about it? Your log cabin was your
capitol. Your little family was your council of state. Even the
rest of us, proud of our university culture, were too blind, in
those late Victorian days, to see the looming menace of Prussian
paganism and the conquer-lust of the Hohenzollerns, which has
plunged the whole world in war.
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