  Some Surprises in Cologne. My unexpected freedom in Cologne was but one of many surprise. There was the surprise of meeting an Australian friend in such unexpected quarters. I ascertained her name was Miss Goche. Her father was a well-known merchant of Melbourne, but was now living in Sydney. He had sent his daughter to the Leipsic Conservatorium to receive the technical polish every aspiring Australian musician seems to consider the "hall mark of excellence." But the war closed the Conservatorium as it did most other concerns, by drawing out the younger professors to the firing line and the older men to the Landstrum, a body of spectacled elderly men in uniform, who felt the spirit wake in their feeble blood and prided themselves as "bloodthirsty dogs," as they watched railway lines, reservoirs, power stations, and did other unexciting small jobs. Miss Goche was staying with her aunt and grandfather in Cologne. At their home I was made welcome. Little restriction was placed on my movements, than the twice daily reporting at the Barracks. I wondered at this freedom. "It is easily explained," said old Goche, who could speak English. "The Fatherland knows no enmity with Australia. We have sympathy for the Indians, Canadians and other races of your Empire, who have been whipped into this war against their own free will." "But," I interrupted, "there has been no whipping." "Tut, tut," he continued. "We of the Fatherland know. Have we not proof? Our "Berliner Tageblatt" tells us so. We have no quarrel with the colonial people. Our hate is for England alone; and when this war is over and we have England at our feet, we shall be welcomed by Australia and the colonies, and we shall let them share with us the freedom and the light and the wisdom of our great Destiny." There was no convincing the old man to the contrary, and his granddaughter informed me that the same opinion was universal in Germany. "The best proof that it is so is the freedom you enjoy," she said. "And yet there are times," she continued, "that I feel there is a subtle reason for this apparent kindliness for the colonies of the British Empire. You know Germany cannot successfully develop her own colonies. She has not that spirit of initiative that the Britisher has in attacking the various vicissitudes that every pioneer meets with in the development of a new land. That is why she let her colonies be snapped up by Australia without a pang; that is why as you say, she let her people hand over Rabaul and New Guinea to your Colonel Holmes without a battle. She fancies that when she wins this war as she has convinced herself she will, it will be a simple matter to step into the occupation of ready made colonies of such wonderful wealth and development." The chief surprise of my freedom, however, was my changed opinion regarding the way Germany was taking the war. I, like the average Britisher, had believed that in checking the German rush on Paris and driving it to the Aisne, we had whipped Germany to a standstill. We had pictured her checked on the east with her Austrian ally on the verge of pleading for peace; her fleet cowering in the Kiel Canal like a frightened hen beneath a barn. I, like every other Britisher, had fancied that Germany was undergoing an awful process of slow death; that she was faced with economic ruin; that her trade and manufacture had been smashed, causing untold ruination and forcing famine into every home; that the German populace were being crushed under the terrors of defeat, were cursing "the Kaiser and his tyrannical militarism," and waiting for the inevitable uprising with revolution and general social smash up. And I knew such was the belief of the Allies and the world generally. Never was a more mistaken notion spread! Germany, notwithstanding what blunders and miscalculations she was accused of making, believed she would win. This belief obsessed her. Every movement, whether it achieves its direct object or not was made to nail that belief more secure. A great philosopher wrote many years ago the following maxims:— "To the persevering—everything is possible." "They will conquer who believe they can." Germany believed she would conquer, and for forty years she had been building up that belief. planes "German aeroplanes were built from English types." |
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