H. G. Wells - Little Wars and Floor Games: The Foundations of Wargaming

Bibliographical Note

This Dover edition, first published in 2015, is an unabridged republication of the following two volumes: Little Wars, originally published by Frank Palmer, London, in 1913 and Floor Games, originally published by Frank Palmer, London, in 1911. The illustrations, originally printed in blue, have been reproduced here in black and white. Sensitive readers should be forewarned that the text in places contains cultural references characteristic of the era, which may be deemed offensive by modern standards.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 18661946.

Little wars and floor games: the foundations of wargaming / H. G. Wells; with marginal drawings by J. R. Sinclair.

pages cm.

eISBN-13: 978-0-486-80186-5

1. War games. 2. Games. I. Sinclair, J. R., illustratior. II. Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 18661946. Little wars. III. Wells, H. G. (Herbert George), 18661946. Floor games. IV. Title.

U310.W414 2015

793.92dc23

2014032975

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THE BATTLE OF HOOKS FARM

L ITTLE W ARS is the game of kings for players in an inferior social position. It can be played by boys of every age from twelve to one hundred and fifty and even later if the limbs remain sufficiently supple,by girls of the better sort, and by a few rare and gifted women. This is to be a full History of Little Wars from its recorded and authenticated beginning until the present time, an account of how to make little warfare, and hints of the most priceless sort for the recumbent strategist....

But first let it be noted in passing that there were prehistoric Little Wars. This is no new thing, no crude novelty; but a thing tested by time, ancient and ripe in its essentials for all its perennial freshnesslike spring. There was a Someone who fought Little Wars in the days of Queen Anne; a garden Napoleon. His game was inaccurately observed and insufficiently recorded by Laurence Sterne. It is clear that Uncle Toby and Corporal Trim were playing Little Wars on a scale and with an elaboration exceeding even the richness and beauty of the contemporary game. But the curtain is drawn back only to tantalise us. It is scarcely conceivable that, anywhere now on earth the Shandean Rules remain on record. Perhaps they were never committed to paper....

And in all ages a certain barbaric warfare has been waged with soldiers of tin and lead and wood, with the weapons of the wild, with the catapult, the elastic circular garter, the peashooter, the rubber ball, and suchlike appliancesa mere setting up and knocking down of men. Tin murder. The advance of civilisation has swept such rude contests altogether from the playroom. We know them no more....

T HE beginning of the game of Little War, as we know it, became possible with the invention of the spring breechloader gun. This priceless gift to boyhood appeared somewhen towards the end of the last century, a gun capable of hitting a toy soldier nine times out of ten at a distance of nine yards. It has completely superseded all the spiral-spring and other makes of gun hitherto used in playroom warfare. These spring breechloaders are made in various sizes and patterns, but the one used in our game is that known in England as the four-point-seven gun. It fires a wooden cylinder about an inch long, and has a screw adjustment for elevation and depression. It is an altogether elegant weapon.

SHOWING A COUNTRY PREPARED FOR THE WAR GAME

The houses are made of wall-paper with painted doors and windows, the roofs are cut out of packing wooden toy bricks to make them solid. The castle and the church are made from brown cardboard. There of the battlefield, which widens to flow past the great rocks in the centre. A ford is marked near the church

SHOWING COUNTRIES PREPARED FOR THE WAR GAME.

It was with one of these guns that the beginning of our war game was made. It was at Sandgatein England.

The present writer had been lunching with a friendlet me veil his identity under the initials J. K. J.in a room littered with the irrepressible debris of a small boys pleasures. On a table near our own stood four or five soldiers and one of these guns. Mr J. K. J., his more urgent needs satisfied and the coffee imminent, drew a chair to this little table, sat down, examined the gun discreetly, loaded it warily, aimed, and hit his man. Thereupon he boasted of the deed, and issued challenges that were accepted with avidity....