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1、国外英文文学系列 The German Fury in BelgiumTitle: The German Fury in Belgium Experiences of a Netherland Journalist during four months with the German Army in BelgiumAuthor: L. MokveldPREFACEAmong the many books published on the behaviour of the German Army in Belgium, this account by a distinguished Dutch

2、journalist must occupy a unique place. It is written by a neutral, who held, at the start, no brief for either side. It is written by an eye-witness, who chronicles not what he heard, but what he saw. It is written also by one who mingled with the German troops and was present at the inception of th

3、e whole campaign of outrage. Mr. Mokveld took his life in his hands when, with great courage and devotion, he visited Vis and Lige and Louvain at the most critical moments. His character of neutral journalist was only a flimsy protection among the drunken and excited German troops. But his boldness

4、was justified, for after many adventures he came safely through, and he was enabled in those early weeks to see the whole of Belgium from Lige to the Yser and from Antwerp to Dinant. The result is an admirable piece of war-correspondence, which bears on every page the proofs of shrewd observation an

5、d a sincere love of truth and honest dealing.There is much in Mr. Mokvelds narrative to interest the historian. For example, he gives a 6 fuller account than we have yet had of that obscure period when Lige had fallen, but its northern forts were still holding out. But it is less a history of the ca

6、mpaign than a chronicle of those lesser incidents of war which reveal the character of the combatants. No more crushing indictment of German methods has been issued, the more crushing since it is so fair and reasonable. The author has very readily set down on the credit side any act of German humani

7、ty or courtesy which he witnessed or heard of. But the credit side is meagre and the black list of crimes portentous. Episodes like the burning of Vis and the treatment of British prisoners in the train at Landen would be hard to match in history for squalid horror.Two facts are made clear by Mr. Mo

8、kvelds book, if, indeed, the world has ever doubted them. The first is that the German authorities, believing their victory to be beyond question, deliberately sanctioned a campaign of frightfulness. They did not imagine that they would ever be held to account. They wished to terrorise their opponen

9、ts by showing them what resistance involved. The atrocities were not the blunders of drink-sodden reservists, but the result of the theories of half-witted military pedants. The second is that the invading armies were as nervous as a hysterical woman. Those would-be conquerors of the world were frig

10、htened by their own shadows. A shot fired by accident from a German rifle led to tales of attacks by Belgian francs-tireurs and then to indiscriminate murder by way of revenge. Mr. Mokveld examined the legends of treacherous Belgian assaults and the 7 mutilation of the German wounded, and found them

11、 in every case wholly baseless. No German had ever seen these things happen, but had only heard of them. When definite details were given, Mr. Mokveld tracked them down and found them false. The Belgian atrocities lacked even that slender justification which belongs to reprisals. They were the work

12、of a drunken and rattled soldieryfor fear is apt to make men brutaldeliberately encouraged by the authorities, who for this purpose relaxed the bonds of military discipline. When the battle of the Marne changed the complexion of affairs, these authorities grew scared and repudiated the policy, but B

13、elgium remains a witness of what Germanys triumph means for her victims.John Buchan.INTRODUCTIONA FEW words by way of introduction.I had wished to publish this book a long time ago, because I think it my duty to submit to the opinion of the public the things which I witnessed in the unfortunate land

14、 of the Belgians, and where I was present at such important events as an impartial spectator. I call myself an impartial spectator, for if this book be anti-German, it should not be forgotten that the facts give it that tendency.That the book was not published sooner is because I could not foresee m

15、ore than others how terribly long the war would last; and I should have preferred to wait till the end in order to insert several reports which I know are being kept in the occupied part, in order to acquaint the whole world with the full truth about the behaviour of the Germans. As long as the Germ

16、ans keep the upper hand in Belgium, such a publication cannot take place without danger to several persons.But because the German libels go on accusing the Belgian people of horrible francs-tireurs acts, I have thought that I ought not to wait any longer before giving my evidence to the public.This

17、book does not attempt to give more than evidence of the truth. It does not claim to have14 literary distinction; I have not even tried to give it that stamp. By relating various events successively witnessed, which have no mutual connection, this would be very difficult.My stories are not exaggerate

18、d or touched up, but are true to reality. That is the reason why the German authorities have driven me away from Belgium, and tried to get hold of me to punish me. On that side they are afraid that the truth be known.A long time after I had left Belgium I got hold of the Black List, in which I am me

19、ntioned twice over among eighty-seven other persons; once as Hokveld-Journalist and again as Mokveld-Correspondent. The list was published by me in De Tijd of June 2nd, 1915.That I was wanted is proved by the fact that two persons have had the greatest trouble because they were mistaken for the Mokv

20、eld-Correspondent of De Tijd. My colleague Kemper passed a fortnight in prison in Brussels, accused of having written various articles in De Tijd, which were written by me, and I relate, in the chapter Round about Bilsen, what Mr. Van Wersch, another Netherlander, suffered for the same reason.But al

21、though the Germans are afraid to let the truth be known, there is no reason why I should withhold my evidence. On the contrary, I will try to do everything I can to make public opinion do justice to the unfortunate Belgians, trodden down and insulted, falsely and vilely libelled by their oppressors,

22、 and accused of offences of which they never were guilty.CHAPTER ION THE WAY TO LIGEWhen De Tijd sent me to Belgium as its correspondent, I had not the faintest notion practically how to perform my duties, for the simple reason that I could not apprehend at all how a modern war might be conducted. B

23、ut I was destined to receive my first impressions when still on Netherland1 territory and after my arrival at Maastricht.On the hot afternoon of August 7th, 1914, the much-delayed train rumbled into the station at Maastricht. A dense mass stood in front of the building. Men, women, and children were

24、 crowded there and pushed each other weeping, shouting, and questioning. Families and friends tried to find each other, and many of the folk of Maastricht assisted the poor 16creatures, who, nervously excited, wept and wailed for a father, for wife and children lost in the crowd. It was painful, pit

25、iful, this sight of hundreds of fugitives, who, although now safe, constantly feared that death was near, and anxiously clutched small parcels, which for the most part contained worthless trifles hurriedly snatched up when they fled.And over these nervous and terrified thousands at Maastricht rolled

26、 from afar the dull roar of the guns, thunder-like bursts from which had frightened them so terribly.The streets leading to the bridge over the Meuse and into the town were also densely thronged with refugees. Here and there large groups listened to the stories told, with profusion of tears, of suff

27、erings inflicted, depicted in far harsher colours than could have been possible. But the wretched creatures exaggerated unconsciously; in their affrighted state they had seen things that had never occurred.Suddenly every one in the Vrijthof ran in the same direction. I waited calmly, and saw pass by

28、 a tragically long train of hooded carts and other peasants conveyances. The drivers walked by the side of the horses, the Red Cross flag flew from the carriages, fresh clean straw covered their floor, on which wounded soldiers writhed in excruciating pain. The crowd did not press nearer, but, stand

29、ing silently in long rows, let the sad procession pass by. Such were the first impressions of the war got in these days; nobody uttered a sound, but many stealthily brushed a tear away.Thus it went on all day long: motors and other conveyances travelled to and fro between the battle-17fields and hos

30、pitals at Maastricht; fugitives moved about in streets and squares, upsetting each other more and more by fantastic stories.As dusk came on nearly the whole population of Maastricht, with all their temporary guests, formed an endless procession and went to invoke Gods mercy by the Virgin Marys inter

31、cession. They went to Our Ladys Church, in which stands the miraculous statue of Sancta Maria Stella Maris. The procession filled all the principal streets and squares of the town. I took my stand at the corner of the Vrijthof, where all marched past me, men, women, and children, all praying aloud,

32、with loud voices beseeching: Our Lady, Star of the Sea, pray for us . pray for us . pray for us .!At the same time bells rang . and guns roared.Group after group went by, and I heard French and Netherland, the Maastricht vernacular and sweet Flemish spoken, all sorts of tongues and modes of utteranc

33、e. The men were bare-headed, and each let his rosary slip through his fingers. Soon after the head of the procession reached Our Lady Square the huge church was packed, and those who could not find room inside stood in the square, which also very soon was full with these thousands of people in a den

34、se mass, like so many blades of grass in a meadow.However large the crowd, it was silent as death when the priest Jacobs addressed them. He spoke words of encouragement, hope, and confidence, and urged them to send up their prayers to God Almightyprayers for peace. When he had ended, these thousands

35、 sang the Hymn to Mary, in18 such perfect order as if only one superhuman body sent forth an immensely powerful sound from earth to Heaven.As I was listening to that hymn the storms in my heart subsidedstorms raised by so many scenes witnessed during the day; but as soon as the sonorous voices were

36、still, I heard again the dull boom . boom . boom . of the guns. That dire reality!.The next morning I got up early, having been unable to sleep. I realised already that my task was difficult, dangerous, and full of responsibility, for I had to find out and communicate to the public the truth about e

37、vents, which would be related as beautiful or horrid, according to the interests of my informants. It was dangerous, because I might meet with the same fate that seemed to have been inflicted on so many civilians already.Dressed in my sporting attire, and carrying some necessaries in a knapsack, I s

38、tarted early, going towards Vis along the canal. As I came to the Netherland boundary-stone and noticed that of Belgium, I had a moment of doubt, but it lasted for a second only. In order to divert my thoughts I walked somewhat more briskly, but was stopped suddenly on Belgian ground by a custom-hou

39、se officer. I was astonished to see that official there still, for the Germans must be quite near andas I had been toldsmall patrols had advanced frequently to this point. My papers were found to be in order, and the man seemed very happy to meet a journalist.19It is a pity, sir, that you did not ar

40、rive a day sooner, then you might have witnessed great barbarity of the Germans. If you walk on a little farther along the canal, you will see three persons hanging from a tree near Haccourt; one of these is a boy of fourteen. Nobody was allowed on the road, and as a patrol met these three persons,

41、they concluded immediately that they were francs-tireurs, strung them up on the tree, without a trial of any sort, and in addition shot each a bullet through the head. To-day another patrol arrived and had the effrontery to tell the members of the Maastricht Red Cross that the boy had murdered a cap

42、tain. And we are not allowed to remove the corpses. Horrible!. horrible!Yes, I reply, it is bad, very bad, but is it really all true?True? True, sir? You go and look for yourself! And let me tell you one thingthere are no francs-tireurs here! We know quite well what we may do and what not, and only

43、a moment ago I received a message from the Minister of the Interior, saying that non-combatants who shoot at the enemy expose themselves to danger and their fellow-citizens to retaliations.I asked him how things were farther on along the Meuse, but he knew nothing. He was stationed here, he said, an

44、d was going to stay as long as possible. As soon as the Germans arrived, most people fled, and those who had stayed on were no longer allowed to leave. So he lacked all information, and only understood that fierce fighting was going on, as was confirmed by the incessant thunder of the20 guns. Fort P

45、ontisse was, moreover, not so very far away, and frequently we could distinctly tell, by their whistling sound, in which direction the shells flew.After a few encouraging words I walked on along the solitary, deserted road, leaving the canal on the right, until a by-way took me to the bank of the Me

46、use, opposite the Netherland frontier village Eysden. I entered a deserted inn. After shouting for a long time, the inn-keeper appeared, looked shyly at me, remaining constantly close by the door of his room. His attitude showed that he was prepared to fly at the slightest suspicious movement on my

47、part; but as soon as I had convinced him that I was a Netherland journalist, he became more friendly, and called his wife and daughters, so that I might tell them all I knew. They were very desirous to know how the war went . in the Netherlands, and whether we were fighting the Germans or the Englis

48、h? It was very difficult to make them understand that they were under a misapprehension, but when I had at last succeeded in this, I started in my turn to ask them what they thought of my intention to go farther.Go farther, sir? But . but . sir, dont do that! The Germans shoot every civilian whom th

49、ey set eyes on.Oh, go on! I answered. I dont think that I need fear anything of the kind. I am in any case a Netherlander!Netherlander or not, it does not matter. Whosoever one be, every civilian is shot down by them.Are they at a great distance from here?21Not at all! If you step outside, you can see them standing, ten minutes f