Again a sudden silence everywhere, which has a curious effect after the terrible noise.

Time passes, but nothing more is heard.

The first rays of dawn are seen in the east; the stars slowly pale.
"A child is heard to cry somewhere, far away: strange how clearly it sounds in the silent night.

There is a feeling as though the terrified town hardly dared breathe or move for fear the monster might return.
And how many more such nights are there in prospect?
In the calm of this fairylike dawn, slowly rising, the crying of the child strikes a note of discord, infinitely sad.

But the crying of the child--does it not find an echo among the millions whom this terrible war has driven to desperation?
"The sun rises like a blood-red ball.