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Chapter 1

           Thevineyardswerethinandbare-branchedtooandallthecountrywetandbrownanddeadwiththeautumn.Thereweremistsovertheriverandcloudsonthemountainandthetruckssplashedmudontheroadandthetroopsweremuddyandwetintheircapes;theirrifleswerewetandundertheircapesthetwoleathercartridge-boxesonthefrontofthebelts,grayleatherboxesheavywiththepacksofclipsofthin,long6.5mm.cartridges,bulgedforwardunderthecapessothatthemen,passingontheroad,marchedasthoughtheyweresixmonthsgonewithchild.

           Thereweresmallgraymotorcarsthatpassedgoingveryfast;usuallytherewasanofficerontheseatwiththedriverandmoreofficersinthebackseat.Theysplashedmoremudthanthecamionsevenandifoneoftheofficersinthebackwasverysmallandsittingbetweentwogenerals,hehimselfsosmallthatyoucouldnotseehisfacebutonlythetopofhiscapandhisnarrowback,andifthecarwentespeciallyfastitwasprobablytheKing.HelivedinUdineandcameoutinthiswaynearlyeverydaytoseehowthingsweregoing,andthingswentverybadly.

           Atthestartofthewintercamethepermanentrainandwiththeraincamethecholera.Butitwascheckedandintheendonlyseventhousanddiedofitinthearmy.

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