xx Belgium

of coal. Far at the world then, strange fascinating lands beckon us, bid us revel in their exotic spenders.

Come with us as we head for a port of coal. Plowing through the grey waters of the North Sea, our ship skirts the low-lying coast of heroic Belgium. This coast of shifting sand dunes at the mercy of wind and wave has been preserved from destruction only by centuries of unremitting labor, by building dikes, by graining swamps.

are typical of nature's failure to defend this country. Because of them, the Belgians have learned to rely only on their own courage for safety. Hence, a fierce love of country and a hunger for independence has distinguished these people through long centuries of invasion.

He steamed up the river's shell and debarked in busy Antwerp. Near this spot, fifty-seven years before Christ, Julius Caesar, the great Roman general, conqueror of all goal, returns to his tent after the hardest battle of his campaign.

Air Officer, this army, and prepare my bath. What a magnificent battle. He's Belgian, straight like tigers. I do yourself not come into the battle when you did Caesar. They might have. Don't even say it.

The Roman army is unbeatable. Bring me the chief among the survivors. At once, Caesar. Who is your leader? Our leader was Budbunah. Where is he? Dead. What is the name of this tribe? We are all the tribes of the bear-guy united.

Our confederation was called the Nervy. How many warriors did you bring to this battle? 80,000. And how many of you remain? Perhaps 500. 500. I regret every one of those lives. Now hear me, Brave Chief.

I cannot restore your fellow warriors to life. But in tribute to your valor, I do now proclaim that you will henceforth be free from taxes. and that you will have the protection of Rome, and that you will forever be considered not as subjects of Rome, but as her allies.