All means of transportation were for military men, all roads ended at the railroad stations.

The heavy trucks of the administration, filled with sacks, were saluted with general enthusiasm.
"Hurrah for the army!" The soldiers in mechanic's garb, on top of the swaying pyramid, replied to the cheers, waving their arms and uttering shouts that nobody pretended to understand.
Fraternity had created a tolerance hitherto unknown.

The crowds were pressing forward, but in their encounters, invariably preserved good order.

Vehicles were running into each other, and when the conductors resorted to the customary threats, the crowds would intervene and make them shake hands.

"Three cheers for France!" The pedestrians, escaping between the wheels of the automobiles were laughing and good-naturedly reproaching the chauffeur with, "Would you kill a Frenchman on his way to his regiment ?" and the conductor would reply, "I, too, am going in a few hours.