Transcriber's Note: Inconsistent hyphenation and ellipses in theoriginal have been preserved. The table of contents was added.
BY
JOHN DOS PASSOS
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
1922
TO THOSE
WITH WHOM I SAW ROCKETS IN THE SKY ACERTAIN EVENING AT SUNSET ON THE ROADFROM ERIZE-LA-PETITE TO ERIZE-LA-GRANDE.
| Chapter I | 9 |
| Chapter II | 17 |
| Chapter III | 22 |
| Chapter IV | 31 |
| Chapter V | 49 |
| Chapter VI | 64 |
| Chapter VII | 85 |
| Chapter VIII | 107 |
| Chapter IX | 109 |
| Chapter X | 125 |
| Chapter XI | 127 |
In the huge shed of the wharf, piled with crates and baggage, broken bygang-planks leading up to ships on either side, a band plays a tinsellyHawaiian tune; people are dancing in and out among the piles of trunksand boxes. There is a scattering of khaki uniforms, and many young menstand in groups laughing and talking in voices pitched shrill withexcitement. In the brown light of the wharf, full of rows of yellow cratesand barrels and sacks, full of racket of cranes, among which windsin and out the trivial lilt of the Hawaiian tune, there is a flutterof gay dresses and coloured hats of women, and white handkerchiefs.
The booming reverberation of the ship's whistle drowns all other sound.
After it the noise of farewells rises shrill. White handkerchiefs areagitated in the brown light of the shed. Ropes crack in pulleys as thegang-planks are raised.
Again, at the pierhead, white handker