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ON THE ROAD TO A GREAT ADVENTURE.
I
t began with a wish. That takes me back to a pleasant day in early August,
1914, and a verandah at Ravenscrag, Muskoka-a broad, cool, verandah
overlooking dancing dark waters. A light breeze stirred the leaves and gently
wafted to us the smell of the pines and the woods, mingled with the sweet
odours of the scented geranium, verbena, and nicotine in the rock-girt gar-
den. But my mind was far removed from the peacefulness of my immediate
surroundings: the newspaper I held in my hand was filled with kaleidoscopic
descriptions of the great European tumult. Unconsciously I voiced aloud
the thought that was uppermost in my mind: "I would gladly give ten years
of my life if I could serve my country in this war." "Do not say that," warned
my hostess, looking up from her magazine, "for everything comes to you on
a wish," and nothing more was said of the matter at the time.
That day was a very quiet one with our little house-party. We made our
usual launch trip through the lakes but nobody talked much. Each was busy
with his own thoughts, wondering what England could do in the great emer-
gency. Could she, or could she not, save France from the invading hosts of
3 GEORGE GALLIE NASMITH
Germany? And deeper in each mind was the unspoken fear, "Perhaps it is
already too late to save France-perhaps, even now, the question is 'Can Eng-
land save herself?'" The great depression in men's minds during those early
days of the war when the bottom seemed to have dropped out of life and
men strove to grasp at something upon which to reconstruct a new system
of thought and life and work, had enveloped us like a chill evening mist.
Those were ghastly days. While France, Russia and England were feverishly
mobilizing, the brave little force of Belgians was being steadily rolled up by
the perfectly equipped German war machine and the road to France hourly
becoming easier. England had commissioned K. of K. to gather together a
civilian army of three million men, and Canada had called for one division to
be mobilized at Valcartier Camp, a place somewhere in the Laurentian Hills
near the city of Quebec. Little did any of us dream how prophetic was to
be that apparently chance remark of our hostess. But the first greeting from
the maid when we reached home that evening was, "There is a long distance
call for you, sir." The Minister of Militia had asked me to report in Ottawa
immediately. Next morning I waved my friends, "Au revoir." That return
was far from being as speedy as we expected, for my wish very shortly came
true.
The greeting of the Minister of Militia, Sir Sam Hughes, as he turned from
the desk where he sat in shirt-sleeves, with typewriters on all sides of him,
was a cordial handshake and a slap on the back. Would I go down to the
new camp at Valcartier and look after the purification of the water
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Paperback. Zustand: new. Paperback. ON THE ROAD TO A GREAT ADVENTURE.It began with a wish. That takes me back to a pleasant day in early August, 1914, and a verandah at Ravenscrag, Muskoka-a broad, cool, verandahoverlooking dancing dark waters. A light breeze stirred the leaves and gentlywafted to us the smell of the pines and the woods, mingled with the sweetodours of the scented geranium, verbena, and nicotine in the rock-girt gar-den. But my mind was far removed from the peacefulness of my immediatesurroundings: the newspaper I held in my hand was filled with kaleidoscopicdescriptions of the great European tumult. Unconsciously I voiced aloudthe thought that was uppermost in my mind: "I would gladly give ten yearsof my life if I could serve my country in this war." "Do not say that," warnedmy hostess, looking up from her magazine, "for everything comes to you ona wish," and nothing more was said of the matter at the time.That day was a very quiet one with our little house-party. We made ourusual launch trip through the lakes but nobody talked much. Each was busywith his own thoughts, wondering what England could do in the great emer-gency. Could she, or could she not, save France from the invading hosts of3 GEORGE GALLIE NASMITHGermany? And deeper in each mind was the unspoken fear, "Perhaps it isalready too late to save France-perhaps, even now, the question is 'Can Eng-land save herself?'" The great depression in men's minds during those earlydays of the war when the bottom seemed to have dropped out of life andmen strove to grasp at something upon which to reconstruct a new systemof thought and life and work, had enveloped us like a chill evening mist.Those were ghastly days. While France, Russia and England were feverishlymobilizing, the brave little force of Belgians was being steadily rolled up bythe perfectly equipped German war machine and the road to France hourlybecoming easier. England had commissioned K. of K. to gather together acivilian army of three million men, and Canada had called for one division tobe mobilized at Valcartier Camp, a place somewhere in the Laurentian Hillsnear the city of Quebec. Little did any of us dream how prophetic was tobe that apparently chance remark of our hostess. But the first greeting fromthe maid when we reached home that evening was, "There is a long distancecall for you, sir." The Minister of Militia had asked me to report in Ottawaimmediately. Next morning I waved my friends, "Au revoir." That returnwas far from being as speedy as we expected, for my wish very shortly cametrue.The greeting of the Minister of Militia, Sir Sam Hughes, as he turned fromthe desk where he sat in shirt-sleeves, with typewriters on all sides of him, was a cordial handshake and a slap on the back. Would I go down to thenew camp at Valcartier and look after the purification of the water A casual wish for glory transforms into a harrowing reality when a global conflict erupts, thrusting a young man from peaceful leisure into the chaotic mobilization of a nation at war. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798182700832
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