The real front by Arthur Hunt ChuteThe real front by Arthur Hunt Chute

The real front

byArthur Hunt Chute

Paperback | January 18, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1918. Excerpt: ... XI THROUGH DEATH VALLEY BY DAYLIGHT "/'EA' though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil." With tones that rang in every heart, the padre uttered these words as the text of his discourse on that Sunday night in Albert. The cellar of the ruined distillery serving as a church was crowded. A row of gas-flares shed a fitful light across the faces of the soldiers. Earnest, sad, and reverent, those faces seemed to hang upon the padre's words. Outside, and just beyond them in the night, Death Valley lay, with its horror of an awful darkness. A far-off muffled roar told that the Angels of Death were abroad in the valley. There was not a man in that crowd that had not felt the horror of Death Valley. Many of their pals had halted there forever, and many of them there had raced against the dawn in frantic terror, lest daylight should find them in that dread passage with their doom. In a world of peace, that distillery cellar with its piled-up vats would have been an incongruous place for a church. But soldiers, dwelling on the fringes of eternity, require no ecclesiastical devices to produce a worshipful spirit. In all that throng of serious men, one face was forever arresting my gaze; that was the face of Cyril Hallam. He sat where the flickering light shone full upon him, his pale features accentuated by the white flare, his blue eyes fixed upon the preacher with an infinite yearning. As I gazed upon him I saw the evidence of one who had a warfare in his heart. Happy is the soldier who fights only with the Hun. But Cyril Hallam knew a battle-field within more poignant than the battle-field without. I found myself that night gazing upon him again and again as he sat beneath that flaring light. Over his face there passed the ever-cha...
Title:The real frontFormat:PaperbackDimensions:64 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.13 inPublished:January 18, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:021713047X

ISBN - 13:9780217130479