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Identifier: villageinpicardy00gain (find matches)
Title: A village in Picardy
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Gaines, Ruth Louise, 1877-
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, E.P. Dutton & company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ired for the same price as the government-owned tractors, which is forty francs anhectare. Over all reconstruction, consideredas a part of the civil administration, presidethe Sous-Prefet and the Prefet of the Somme. On the other hand, food supplies in general,such as bread, are controlled by the army. Infact, every detail of life in the War Zone istheir care if they choose to assume it. Troopmovements delay shipments; therefore theremay be no bread. Cavalry needs fodder; thesergeant at Hombleux goes out to forage withrick and trio of white horses and buys it at a fixed price. Mme. N is ill; the army doctor visits her, and if she seems to him amenace to the health of the soldiers, he removesher to a hospital. In view of the military im-portance attached to the Zone, the confidenceof the French Government in giving over asection of it to the care of a group of Amer-ican women, wholly unacquainted with thetask before them, seems truly touching. In fact, it seemed appalling, as I learned
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M. Le Maire 45 from day to day the problems for which I wasmyself responsible in Canizy. Not the leastof these was its mayor. Unlike his confrere at B , M. Thuillard had not fled his property until forced to do so with the rest of the vil-lagers immediately prior to the Retreat of1917. During the occupation, he kept hisstore as usual. And even though his horsesand cattle, his fat rabbits and plump chickens,were requisitioned by the Germans, they saythat he was paid for them. To see him, how-ever, housed in a miserable hut, with a dirt floorso uneven that the very chairs looked tipsy;to hear the complaints of his querulous wife,and the references of his daughter to their for-mer comfort, was calculated to enlist onessympathy. Mme. Thuillard was ill, and he waslame, and the daughters husband was a pris-oner, and they had lost heavily, because theyhad the most to lose. All this they told meover the saucerless cups of black coffee whichth^y offered me out of a good heart.But when I consid

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