Young Hilda at the Wars — Edition Insights

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Gleason, Arthur, 1878-1923 Project Gutenberg 2008 Not confirmed
World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Belgium Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Words 34,189
Reading time 149 min
Text sections 5

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Arthur Gleason's firsthand account of Red Cross work in Belgium during WWI, focusing on a young ambulance driver's experiences under shell fire, the bleak landscapes, and the overwhelming scale of suffering, based on the author's ten weeks as a stretcher-bearer.
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She was an American girl from that very energetic and prosperous state of Iowa, which if not as yet the mother of presidents, is at least the parent of many exuberant and useful persons. Will power is grown out yonder as one of the crops. She had a will of her own and her eye showed a blue cerulean. Her hair was a bright yellow, lighting up a gloomy room. It had three shades in it, and you never knew ahead of time which shade was going to enrich the day, so that an encounter with her always carried a surprise. For when she arranged that abundance in soft nun-like drooping folds along the side of the head, the quieter tones were in command. And when it was piled coil on coil on the crown, it added inches to the prairie stature, and it was mellow like ripe corn in the sun. But the prettiest of all was at the seashore or on the hills, when she unbuckled it from its moorings and let it fall in its plenty to the waist. Then its changing lights came out in a rippling play of color, and the winds had their way with it. It was then youth's battleflag unfurled, and strong men were ready to follow. It was such a vivid possession that strangers were always suspicious of it, till they knew the girl, or saw it in its unshackled freedom. She had that wayward quality of charm, which visits at random a frail creature like Maude Adams, and a burly personality, such as that of Mr. Roosevelt. It is a pleasant endowment, for it leaves nothing for the possessor to do in life except to bring it along, in order to obtain what he is asking for. When it is harnessed to will power, the pair of them enjoy a career.

So when Hilda arrived in large London in September of the great war, there was nothing for it but that somehow she must go to war. She did not wish to shoot anybody, neither a German grocer nor a Flemish peasant, for she liked people. She had always found them willing to make a place for her in whatever was going her way. But she did want to see what war was like. Her experience had always been of the gentler order. Canoeing and country walks, and a flexible wrist in playing had given her only a meagre training for the stresses of the modern battlefield. Once she had fainted when a favorite aunt had fallen from a trolley car. And she had left the room when a valued friend had attacked a stiff loaf of bread with a crust that turned the edge of the knife into his hand. She had not then made her peace with bloodshed and suffering.

On the Strand, London, there was a group of alert professional women, housed in a theatre building, and known as the Women's Crisis League. To their office she took her way, determined to enlist for Belgium. Mrs. Bracher was in charge of the office--a woman with a stern chin, and an explosive energy, that welcomed initiative in newcomers.

"It's a poor time to get pupils," said the fair-haired Hilda, "I don't want to go back to the Studio Club in New York, as long as there's more doing over here. I'm out of funds, but I want to work."

"Are you a trained nurse?" asked Mrs. Bracher, who was that, as well as a motor cyclist and a woman of property, a certificated midwife, and a veterinarian.

"Not even a little bit," replied Hilda, "but I'm ready to do dirty work. There must be lots to do for an untrained person, who is strong and used to roughing it. I'll catch hold all right, if you'll give me the chance."

"Right, oh," answered Mrs. Bracher. "Dr. Neil McDonnell is shortly leaving for Belgium with a motor-ambulance Corps," she said, "but he has hundreds of applications, and his list is probably completed."

"Thank you," said Hilda, "that will do nicely."

"I don't mind telling you," continued Mrs. Bracher, "that I shall probably go with him to the front. I hope he will accept you, but there are many ahead of you in applying, and he has already promised more than he can take."

The preface immediately establishes that these sketches are not library meditations but witnessed events. Gleason specifies that he saw what he describes, thanks to permission from the Belgian Prime Minister and daily companionship with his son. He notes that only a few details have been altered for storytelling—such as the doctor who rescued thirty aged at Dixmude still being alive, and Hilda receiving the decoration. This upfront disclosure of factual basis sets a tone of documentary authenticity, inviting the reader to trust the narrative as grounded in direct observation.

A Preface That Frames the Narrative

The preface does more than introduce; it establishes a contract with the reader. Gleason lists specific alterations: the doctor's survival, Smith not receiving the decoration, the candlestick on the piano vibrating to shell fire, the spy continuing to signal, the war-baby not adopted by an American financier, and motor ambulances given to the Corps, not an individual. These details, while minor, signal that the stories are shaped for narrative effect but remain tethered to real events. The author also declares that he saw no pageantry of war—only bleakness: sealed houses, drawn curtains, barred doors, and after shelling, homeless dogs howling and pigeons circling for lost cotes. This stark imagery primes the reader for a grim, unromanticized account.

The Weight of Accumulated Suffering

In the later excerpt, Hilda's ambulance work brings her face to face with an overwhelming scale of misery. The convent hospital, Military Hospital Number One, is described as row after row of Khaki men in bed, overflowing onto stone floors, packed like fish in a tin. The grey stones and drab suits on bundles of straw create a backwash from the tides of slaughter. Hilda, who had been dealing with war bit by bit, now confronts it spread out beyond all dealing with. The author notes that there were no whole men there except the busy stretcher-bearers. This passage emphasizes the cumulative emotional impact on the characters, moving from specific rescues to a broader, numbing horror.

Small Acts Amidst the Machinery of War

Despite the overwhelming scale, the narrative highlights individual moments of care and defiance. The officer's permission to work along a road, though only for one day and not according to regulations, shows a human breach in military rigidity. The ambulance crew's careful driving to avoid shaking the wounded, their shared snack, and the water barrel long ago given to fevered men—these details underscore a persistent humanity. The author also includes a soldier sobbing from shell shock and a man shaking from ague, illustrating that the war's toll extends beyond physical wounds. The line 'First ambulance I've seen in twenty-four hours' from Captain Davies underscores the scarcity of aid and the crew's crucial role.

Voice and Structure: From Observation to Reflection

Gleason's prose shifts between direct observation and reflective commentary. The preface uses first-person plural ('our little group of helpers') and specifies the author's own weeks as a stretcher-bearer. In the narrative, the point of view often aligns with Hilda, but the author occasionally steps back to comment on the broader scene, as when he notes that the undramatic slaughter was slower than the guns but as thorough. This dual perspective—participant and observer—gives the text a layered quality. The structure, with chapter titles like 'The Ribbons that Stuck in His Coat' and 'The Piano of Pervyse,' suggests a collection of vignettes rather than a continuous plot, each focusing on a specific image or incident.

Readers should approach Young Hilda at the Wars as a series of witnessed sketches rather than a novel with a conventional arc. The preface's explicit grounding in real events invites scrutiny of how experience is shaped into narrative. Pay attention to the recurring motifs of bleak landscapes and overwhelmed helpers, and note how the author balances specific rescue stories with the numbing scale of suffering. The book rewards those who read for concrete detail and documentary texture rather than plot progression.

I remember summer evenings when the world felt safe enough for secrets buried in rocks. Gleason’s Hilda, driving through that relentless gray waste, made me ache for a quiet, certain horizon—like the one I found tucked inside The Girls of Hillcrest Farm; Or, The Secret of the Rocks — A Closer Reading. Both books hold a girl meeting fear with steady hands, though one war is weather, and the other, war itself.

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