Evening star., 1907-11-02
HE LEGION" OUT TO SHOOT MOORS


! Organization among them was totally
lacking and ammunition seemed very
scarce. Once in while horscman or a
group OF two or three would come fur-
ously charging down to within n mile OF
the guns and, turning to retire again.
| would send a wild shot or two In our
direction.
Wherever a group OF more than three
appeared shell burst over their heads
and scattered their frightened horses,
sometimes rideriess. The fight was en-
tireIy one-sided, yet the French general
| seemed unwilling TO risk close engage
ment that might cost the lives Of a num-
Der OF his men The fact Is the French
have wholesome dread Of being taken
! prisoners.
Sect Is Bored"
After an hour my companion. though
under fire for the first time became. as
| he put II, exceedingly bored" and lying
| down on the ground as If for a nap
asked me TO wake him II the Moors
| should come within photographing dis
| tanCe."
l told him he ought to have a good pair
of glasses; that then he could see what
was going on. and suggested that he
borrow those of young officer who had
just come up.
| Monsoon he said. rising and sauting
the officer. 'permttez moi user votre
| binoculaires, sill vous plait?"
You want to look through my gasses7
Certainly" came the reply
There, you see that shot. II is meant
for those Moroccans converging on the
| skyline There It explodes. 1t got four
Of them. 1t was we'll aimed These are
! splendid guns we have. No other country
has such guns ! should say many OF
the Moors are killed today. Not less than
800. What is that? Give me my things'
Pardon. 1t IS only les Goumors. They
look like Moroccans but We must not
shoot them"
The energetic Scot interrupted: "Wiu
you have your men fire a volley So that
l might get a picture. My paper wants
scenes OF the fighting about Casa Blanca"
Perhaps l can do SO In a few moments.
| If you stay by me"
The general passed within a few yards,
and ignoring us, went back to the ambu-
lance brigade TO a wounded man of
the Foreign Legion. We followed him and
|
with the man on the litter. Good pic
| ture" / said
| Like a Fake Picture.
| Rotten" said the Scot. They think in
London that 1 got Drude to pose. The
wounded chap hadn't a blood stain on
him and he smoked a cigarette"
We had not long to walt. however, be-
fore an example of real misery came to
our view. A Counter, covered with blood,
riding q staggering, wounded horse,
brought in a Moor without a stitch OF
clothes, tied by red sash to his saddle.
Captor, captive and horse fell to the
ground almost together.
The Counter had been shot in the chest,
/. and expired while his fellow horsemen re-
lieved him of his purple "jeleba" and his
turban and gave him water.
! The Moor. who had been taken in the
fire at Taddert was a mass OF burns from
head to foot On one hand nothing re-
mained but stumps of fingers and loose,
charred flesh hung from his legs. The
! French might we'll have shot this poor
creature, but they bound up his wounds
| At l o'clock the Arab camp was a mass
of smoldering rags and Taddert blazed
/ from every corner. The mission of the
/ French was accomplished.
| Long parallel lines of men marching in
single file in open order trailed over the
| hills back toward the white walled town.
beyond which could be seen the black
! tunnels of French and Spanish war ves-
| sells
"Directment au balloon were the In
structions. and direct to the balloon we
went as fast as our weary limbs would
carry US. FREDERICK MOORE.