If what Lieutenant Krunich has written were really and altogether what it seems to be in part-if it were in any abstract or pretentious way a treatise on the national spirit of Serbia, an interpretation, or a formal plea, -one would have to set it down simply as a very naive book. Especially in the earlier chapters, there is, indeed, an overflow of emotion that strikes one as somewhat primitive or childlike-an unrestrained glorification of Serbia, a vehement, heartfelt hatred of Bulgaria, a loathing almost physical for Serbia's enemies and especially for Germans. The effect of unsophistication is increased by a somewhat overwrought and ecstatic style. Different peoples, to be sure, have different temperaments. To the Anglo-Saxon, the melting of the soul into an intense feeling of mingled hatred and pity may seem a kind of moral deliquescence. In the Serbian, this very state appears to be consistent with the sternest, most deliberate heroism, if not the normal accompaniment of it. One night, after five days' fighting before Nish, Lieutenant Krunich was lying in the grass outside the trench.