THE EQUATION OF POWER AND MOVEMENT

Power and Movement, these are the foundations of civilization and the

sire and dam of progress, and before the days of Watt, Fulton and

Stephenson, all Anglo-Saxons, how shallow were they laid; so shallow

that their social and industrial superstruction is, to-day, difficult to

visualize, let alone to understand. Here is a little glimpse, and if not

a very dramatic one, yet one which is apt to make us wonder at this lost

world of little more than a century ago, a world all but obscured in

clouds of steam.

In 1770, Adam Smith wrote (and be it remembered that for fifty years

after this date the picture remains true) the following:—

“A broad-wheeled wagon attended by two men, and drawn by eight horses,

in about six weeks’ time carries and brings back between London and

Edinburgh near four ton weight of goods. Upon two hundred tons of goods,

therefore, carried by the cheapest land-carriage from London to

Edinburgh, there must be charged the maintenance of a hundred men for

three weeks, and both the maintenance, and, what is nearly equal to the

maintenance, the wear and tear of four hundred horses, as well as of

fifty great wagons.”

To-day, when the trans-Siberian railway is in working order, a man can

travel in the same time, with four tons of baggage if he wishes, from

London to Tokio and back. Edinburgh is four hundred miles from London,

and Tokio is some eight thousand miles from this same city; such has

been the expansion of movement and the contraction of space, and

to-morrow aircraft may reduce the time taken to a fortnight.

The fire of Prometheus is as a rush-light compared to the volcano of

steam which, like all great world forces, is a mixture of Pandora and

her box; for it has given us beauty and wealth, and also ugliness and

starvation. It revived the world, bled white during the Napoleonic wars,

and, in place of conquering the world as the great Corsican attempted,

it recreated it.

When men began to move by steam power, Titans strode this earth. In

peace time we see science advancing as it had never advanced before,

industry growing beyond belief or imagination. Cities spring up in the

night, such as Chicago, for whilst, in 1830, its population numbered a

hundred souls, to-day it holds nearly three millions. Nations grew and

doubled, trebled and quadrupled their populations, and the wealth of

Crœsus is to-day but the bank balance of Henry Ford. Yet out of all this

prosperity, created by steam power, arose the Great War of 1914–1918,

which, in its four years of frenzy, was to show a surfeited civilisation

the destructive power of steam.

What do we see during this last period of roaring turmoil? A curious

picture. The railway and the steamship, which, during days of peace,

increased movement out of all belief, during war end by impeding it.

Like great funnels, we see the railways, pouring forth cataracts of men,

veritable human inundations, and then we see that, though it is easy to

move masses by rail, once the rail is left behind, it is next to

impossible to supply these masses by road, or to move them in face of

gun and machine gun. The war becomes a war of trenches, not a moving

war, but a stationary affair—men look at each other and sometimes shoot.

As peace begets war, power and movement are the foundation of the

second, just as they are of the first. On the battlefield or in the

workshop, power is useless without movement. It is no good setting up a

boot factory, unless you can get the boots on to the feet of the people,

and in war it is no good piling up bayonets, unless you can get them

into the intestines of your enemy. Thus, it happened that, before the

war was three months old, though each side possessed much power, power

in itself was useless, for it could not be moved. The remaining four

years of the war were spent in solving the equation of power and

movement.

This problem was partially solved by the tank, which possessed both

power and movement. And from the armies which used these machines, and

there were never very many of them, little streamlets of men trickled

forward out of these great stagnant human pools, and the war was won.

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