he brilliant uniforms--the gray-clad ranks broke into
the famous goose step, while the good people of Liege and Brussels gazed
at the passing wonder with mouths agape.

At the railroad station the great procession defiled to the boulevards
and thence marched to encamp on the heights of the city called
Kochelberg. It was truly a sight to have gladdened the eyes of the
Kaiser, but on the sidewalks men were muttering beneath their breath:
"They'll not pass here on their return. The Allies will do for them."

Many of the younger men in the great array seemed exhausted after the
long forced march, but as a man staggered his comrades in the ranks
held him up.

It was a great spectacle and an impressive one, but there were minor
incidents that were of a less pleasant character.

Two Belgian officers, manacled and fastened to the leather stirrups of
two Uhlans, made a spectacle that caused a low murmur of resentment from
the citizens. Instantly German horsemen backed their steeds into the
closely packed ranks of the spectators, threatening them with uplifted
swords and stilling the momentary revolt.

At one point of the march a lame hawker offered flowers for sale to the
soldiers. As he held up his posies a Captain of Hussars by a movement of
his steed sent the poor wretch sprawling and bleeding in the dust. Then
from the crowd a Frenchwoman, her heart scorning fear, cried out, "You
brute!" so that all might hear.

There was one gross pleasantry, too, perpetrated by a gunner who led
along a bear, evidently the pet of his battery, which was dressed in the
full regalia of a Belgian General.

The bear was evidently intended to represent the King. He touched his
cocked hat at intervals to his keeper.

This particularly irritated the Belgians, but they wisely abstained from
any overt manifestation or any unpleasant feature of behavior. The
soldiery as they passed tore repeatedly at the national colors which
every Belgian lady now wears on her breast.

A more pleasant incident was when a party of Uhlans clamored for
admittance at a villa on the Louvain road. They disposed of a dozen
bottles of wine and bread and meat. The non-commissioned officer in
command asked what the charge was and offered some gold pieces in
payment. The money was refused.

Near the steps of St. Gudule a party of officers of high rank, seated in
a motor car, confiscated the stock of the news vendors. After greedily
scanning the sheets they burst int