The lately gathered harvest keeps off the worst privations, and Peace has been declared at Paris.

But winter approaches.

Men will have nothing to look forward to or to nourish hopes on.

There will be little fuel to moderate the rigors of the season or to comfort the starved bodies of the town-dwellers.
But who can say how much is endurable, or in what direction men will seek at last to escape from their misfortunes?
FOOTNOTES: [145] Professor Starling's _Report on Food Conditions in Germany_.

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