Page:The Way of the Cross, Doroshevich, tr. Graham, 1916.djvu/146

 130 How quickly in Nature every animal becomes wilder!

Let but blood be tasted.

See, once more come people from the village, one carrying a coffin lid, two others a coffin, and they run to overtake their cart.

Another dead horse and another lot of dogs.

Overhead fly black clouds of ravens, cawing and calling.

What is this?

The picture of the retreat of the "great army?"

Yes, of the great agricultural army.

And with what, and how, shall we pay for it?