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The Coming Conquest of England
by August Niemann

Translated by J. H. Freese

CONTENTS
I. THE COUNCIL OF STATE
II. THE OFFICERS' MESS
III. A RUSSIAN COMRADE
IV. THE CIRCASSIAN BEAUTY
V. THE CAPTAIN'S WIFE
VI. THE OUTRAGE
VII. THE MAHARAJAH
VIII. THE PAMIRS
IX. THE GERMAN EMPEROR
X. FIVE LAKHS OF RUPEES
XI. THE MOBILISATION
XII. THE CAMP OF LAHORE
XIII. THE BATTLE

XIV. IN THE PANIC-STRICKEN CITY
XV. THE COURT-MARTIAL
XVI. THE PROFESSOR
XVII. DOWNING STREET
XVIII. THE YOUNG RUSSIAN CAPTAIN OF DRAGOONS
XIX. ON THE ROAD TO SIMLA
XX. A FRIEND IN NEED
XXI. EDITH'S ADVENTURES
XXII. THE ETHICS OF ESPIONAGE
XXIII. HOMEWARD BOUND
XXIV. THE ADVENTURES OF THE CALEDONIA
XXV. A SUSPICIOUS FISHING-SMACK
XXVI. CAMILLE PENUROT
XXVII. EBERHARD AMELUNGEN
XXVIII. THE FATE OF A SPY
XXIX. A WOMAN'S TREACHERY
XXX. EDITH'S LAST JOURNEY
XXXI. THE STOLEN DOCUMENT
XXXII. NEWS OF AN OLD FRIEND
XXXIII. THE LANDING IN SCOTLAND
XXXIV. THE BATTLE OF FLUSHING
XXXV. AT HAMPTON COURT

AUTHOR'S PREFACE
I recall to mind a British colonel, who said to me in Calcutta: "This is
the third time that I have been sent to India. Twenty- five years ago, as
lieutenant, and then the Russians were some fifteen hundred miles from
the Indian frontier; then, six years since, as captain, and the Russians
were then only five hundred miles away. A year ago I came here as
lieutenant-colonel, and the Russians are right up to the passes leading
to India."
The map of the world unfolds itself before me. All seas are ploughed
by the keels of English vessels, all coasts dotted with the coaling
stations and fortresses of the British world-power. In England is vested
the dominion of the globe, and England will retain it; she cannot permit
the Russian monster to drink life and mobility from the sea.
"Without England's permission no shot can be fired on the ocean," once

said William Pitt, England's greatest statesman. For many, many years
England has increased her lead, owing to dissensions among the
continental Powers. Almost all wars have, for centuries past, been
waged in the interests of England, and almost all have been incited by
England. Only when Bismarck's genius presided over Germany did the
German Michael become conscious of his own strength, and wage his
own wars.
Are things to come to this pass, that Germany is to crave of England's
bounty--her air and light, and her very daily bread? or does their
ancient vigour no longer animate Michael's arms?
Shall the three Powers who, after Japan's victory over China, joined
hands in the treaty of Shimonoseki, in order to thwart England's aims,
shall they--Germany, France, and Russia--still fold their hands, or shall
they not rather mutually join them in a common cause?
In my mind's eye I see the armies and the fleets of Germany, France,
and Russia moving together against the common enemy, who with his
polypus arms enfolds the globe. The iron onslaught of the three allied
Powers will free the whole of Europe from England's tight embrace.
The great war lies in the lap of the future.
The story that I shall portray in the following pages is not a chapter of
the world's past history; it is the picture as it clearly developed itself to
my mind's eye, on the publication of the first despatch of the Viceroy
Alexieff to the Tsar of Russia. And, simultaneously like a flash of
lightning, the telegram which the Emperor William sent to the Boers
after Jameson's Raid crosses my memory--that telegram which aroused
in the heart of the German nation such an abiding echo. I gaze into the
picture, and am mindful of the duties and aims of our German nation.
My dreams, the dreams of a German, show me the war that is to be, and
the victory of the three great allied nations. Germany, France, and
Russia--and a new division of the possessions of the earth as the final
aim and object of this gigantic universal war.
THE AUTHOR.

TRANSLATOR'S NOTE
This volume is the authorised translation of Der Weltkrieg