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They will resort to every measure that may rekindle the flame of war.” As war’s inferno was engulfing the world, ‘Abdu’l-Bahá turned His attention to the one great task remaining in His ministry, that of ensuring the proclamation to the remotest corners of the Earth of the message which had been neglected—or opposed—in Islamic and Western society alike.
Up to the present, therefore, the human environment has had no effect upon the Indians aside from that which has just been noticed, except to arouse them to war and to produce among them war’s consequences. But soon a great and rapid change must take place.
“Miserable avaricious one!” exclaimed the demon, “I have no money.” “Oh!” replied Briónes, “what an answer from a great lord like you! Why, friend, that is the Minister of War’s answer! If you can’t pay me I cannot help you.” “Then you do not believe me,” said the demon, “only let me out, and I will aid you to obtain what you want as I have done for many others. Let me out, I say, let me out.”
"That true, Kirby, you were one of General Forrest’s command?" "It’s true," Anse drawled. "Mean’s nothin’ now, th’ war’s long gone, hombre." "Maybe it’s over back east—not here! You stayed to the end, boy?" "Yankees took me prisoner before that." "Sergeant Wayne!" "Yes, suh?" Anse’s captor responded. "Put him to sleep!"
Times when I was in that Yankee stockade eatin’ th’ swill they called rations I used to dream ’bout them pickles an’ canned peaches an’ crackers with long sweetin’ poured on ’em!" "Heard tell as you boys don’t think th’ war’s clear over yet," Fenner observed. "Didn’t you have yoreselves a ruckus with th’ soldiers at th’ Four Jacks?" Drew’s reminiscent smile faded.
He was taut as if pulled harp-string tight inside. Drew knew that feeling also. But what battle had Rennie emerged from—some struggle with Shannon or Bayliss? Then the words made sense, penetrating his concern for the man who had said them. Well, this dismissal only matched his gloomiest expectations. "Can’t any of you young fools get it through your thick heads that the war’s over?
Brown’s letter, being his son’s attempts at composition. At length he opens them, and reads as follows: Mr. Brown’s poetry. Oh, might I flee to Araby the blest, The world forgetting, but its gifts possessed, Where fair-eyed peace holds sway from shore to shore, And war’s shrill clarion frights the air no more. Heard ye the cloud-compelling blast awake The slumbers of the inhospitable lake?
First year of Second Seven Year Plan is drawing to a close. Shadow of war’s tragic aftermath is deepening. Initial stage of colossal task undertaken in European continent still in balance.
"Reese Topham tells me that he explained the local situation to you, and you appeared to understand it then. Any difficulty with the army could have serious consequences, not just for you, but for the Range as well. This time you were not the aggressors. But after being forewarned, if it happens again, I’ll be hard to convince that you were in the right. The war’s over—keep on remembering that.
Thoughts of war parties, and war’s bitter struggles; other coups counted, other scalps taken, were thoughts that lighted new altar fires. In imagination vast herds of ponderous buffalo once again thundered across the plains, and the exhilaration of the chase quickened the pulse beat, only to give place to the tireless lament that the buffalo were all gone.
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