l my
tongue hung out.... 'They call him Fox on the west coast of America;
but THAT is NOT his name,' was the last I remember until I found
myself lying on the roadside among the hills back yonder.... I
certainly DO resemble my brother slightly and am hoping that if he has
a sapphire the size mentioned by that hissing vixen he will keep it
for the honor and glory of the family of Foxes.... And to think that
a few days ago I was falling in love with her at the Metropole!...
If man is a meditating atom, WOMAN must be a _premeditating
subterfuge!_... I see smoke rising over the hills away to the
east.... Yes, it's the smoke of guns.... I can hear the hoarse roar
of heavy artillery to the right and the spitting hollow barking and
coughing of lighter pieces on the left and I feel the ground quiver as
I write these lines."

11. The next entry read:

"What a somersault has taken place in the general slippery coalitions
of these capricious provinces! Every Potsdammer, a little while ago,
was counting on Roumania!... The breaking up of the confederation of
the Balkan States under Russian influence was what the Central Powers
required; while the Allies desired a broken Turkey and a strong Balkan
federation under Russian sway able to throw a million men into the
field against Turkey's northwestern frontier so as to keep Austria in
check and allow an easy glide of forces toward the Dardanelles....
Then Roumania was with the Wilhelmstrasse, and Bulgaria was an ally
of the Quay d'Orsay and the Neva, but now the Osmanlian and the Bulgar
and his cousin Fritz are in the same bed snoring at the Romans who
look greedily toward Transylvania!... From what I can see I'm sure
these Bulgars will be first to give up the ghost, although when I talk
to Kovalsky and hear the whine of these Wienfloss Kwabins I feel sure
that they will be first to snap for peace!... I am writing this in
a elaborately furnished dugout that has been abandoned by some German
officers--I KNOW this because I found several tubes of _Erbswurst_
tucked in one of the berths. With a little water I managed to make a
good meal which saved my life,--blessed be the Goths or whoever it was
who invented those compressed sausages!"

12. The next entry: "I'm becoming worried about the size of this
diary ... getting so bulky as to almost prevent concealment in case of
capture.... Yet I know a way to prevent detection ... so simple!...
Usually the most elaborate effort at concealmen