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But there is one thought which every white man (and in this connection it doesn't matter twopence if he calls himself a socialist) thinks when he sees a black army marching past. "How much longer can we go on kidding these people? How long before they turn their guns in the other direction?"
然而，無論哪一個白人(哪怕是那些自稱為社會主義者的人也不例外)，當他望著一支黑人軍隊從身邊開過時，都會想到同一樁事："我們還能愚弄他們多久?他們倒戈相向的日子離現在還有多遠?"
It was curious really. Every white man there had this thought stowed somewhere or other in his mind. I had it, so had the other onlookers, so had the officers on their sweating chargers and the white N. C. Os marching in the ranks. It was a kind of secret which we all knew and were too clever to tell; only the Negroes didn't know it. And really it was like watching a flock of cattle to see the long column, a mile or two miles of armed men, flowing peacefully up the road, while the great white birds drifted over them in the opposite direction, glittering like scraps of Paper.
真是怪有意思的。在場的每一個白人心里都有著這樣一個共同的心思。我有，其他旁觀者也有，騎在汗涔涔的戰馬上的軍官們有，走在隊伍中的白人軍士也有。這是大家心里都明白而有彼此心照不宣的秘密，只有那些黑人對此尚茫然不知。看著這列一兩英里長的隊伍靜靜地向前開進，真好像看著一群牛羊一樣，而那掠過它們頭頂、朝著相反方向高翔的大白鸛恰似片片碎紙在空中泛著點點銀光。
