The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-11-22
REMARKABLE WORK BY ARMORED TRAINS Observer Tells of His Trip
 Abroad
 MACHINE GUN MASTER
We Learn to Disregard the Shells, He Writes, But the Machine Gun Is the Master''-Mitrailleu
 Cars Do Fine Work

Paris, November M.-tSpecial )-Re- markable work is being done by armored trains in this war. An observer who was aboard one of these death-dealing devices on foray near the German lines gives the following descriptions:
 As tho train approaches the river, un- der shell fire the car is cracking with the constant thunder of our guns on board, right. left and ahead. It Is aniaz- ing the angle through which the guns can be swung, north and south. in view of the frail support that the bogey cars can maintain against the recoil in any direction but straight ahead.
 Overhead passes the continual shriek and whine of shell and projectile; from the enemy; from our own flank-cross firing from our own ships-raking the country diagonally above our heads. Over- head. again every now and then. the whirl and moan of the rival aeroplanes almost disregarded now in the general presence of peril.
 Wounded Wait On Sidetracks
 Besides us. as we crawl up. snuffing tho line with our guns like dogs on a sceDt, the grim trainloads of wounded II u the lines of ambuiances are running slow ly back. The bullets of machine guns begin to rattle on our armor coat. Like dogs on a hot scent the guns lift their noses and bay, we are racing in view.
 Now and again there is a shout from a. mitrailleuse car rearing through tho lanes. The stormy petrels of this war, led by their dauntless chief, the .bravest of the brave," they have been known to rush in ahead, alone, upon a whole bat talion of Germans and sweep them from wood or ambuscade. Not only once has q single car swept past in front of a large body of our finest troops, and saved them, by furious pace and deadly fire, from being cut off and destroyed by a larger German force in ambush. Shells we learn to disregard But the machine gun is master of this war.
 slhe Germans are over on our bank. enfiading lines of our allies trenches. Steadily we creep up The noise and tur- mcil of explosion is inextricably mingled No time to distinguish between the death falling round us and the death we dis patch Perhaps our fire has turned the scale. The Germans dip into sight out of ehc tiCuSAcS, tiuSl lO the Dank, scat tered and smashed by pursuing hail of iron.
 Do Not Wait for Steel
 Cur allies are after them with a fierce hayonet charge. They never wait for it. On to the bridge, and now swept away by the deadliest destroyer Of all, the protected machine guns, bubbling de- moniaually from the entrenchments
 Ten minutes, half an hour of furious fire, and counter-fire from either bank, ard comes a deafening thunder The bridge is blown up-by us-by the enemy? by projectile or dynamite. Who can say, Vapor, smoke and fragments tear the sunlit sky, and precede an instant's inter- ruption and startling silence in the long monotony of laundering sound? Then it begins again.
 Only narrow river between. Or this side our raised bank and trench on that side theirs. head raised a hand exposed for an instant, and a man sinks forward or slips down. Quick as they fall they are dragged back till the pile waiting for the stretchers seems in- conceivable. Others came up the line and take their place. in this nerve-shat- te-ing sound and presence of death it seems almost as inconceivable that men can be found to do it. But there is never pause.
 We are told we are winning here. The enemy Is beyond the river; we hear later that he is back four miles. Four miles, Dug out of the sentient vitality of human bodies of civilized brains.'