The Detroit times. [volume] (Detroit, Mich.) 1903-1920, 1914-12-01

Austrian soldiers have razed 1t be-
cause Il INSTRUCTED the view from the
forts. The soldier has only the ruin
TO guard and he evidently considers
his task bore.
| 1920 a. m.-We carry a narrow
guage railroad track laid over plough
ed farms. II is an artillery railroad.
The cars are very small. but horses
pull them more rapidly than wagons.
| There is a string OF cars across the
horizon. They are feeding the artil-
lery In the hills two miles away, with
shrapnel shells. The railroad TO
Sanok runs through this farm and
when We pass the depot OF Her
manowice We see wounded and sick
men lying all about the platforms.
! They are waiting for trains which Will
carry them back TO the base hos
pitfalls.
80 a. m.-The sound OF firing is
incessant, and huge in volume. The
Austrian batteries fire one gun at
time. The Russians are firing salvos.
lone, two. three, four, five, six" go
the Austrian howitzers. "Br.r-r-r' go
the Russian pieces, all firing at one
time. Before Us are hills covering
miles OF territory; from hilltop to hill
top and from valley To. valley the bat
tie is raging How can man paint
battle like this?" asks Adams. who
has just finished picture or the
emperor OF Austro- Hungary, In seven
! sittings, and who usually isn't stalled
by important assignments.
l0:35 a. m.-Many wounded have
passed Us In wagons. "Tn never paint
war pictures again OF men going into
battle singing and waving their
swords. said Adams. That man
with the green twisted face on that
wagon. suffering from cholera. Is
more tremendous picture OF war than
all the exploding cannon ! can paint
In the midst OF all the life. activity
and movement. the man was dying
| before our eyes. There was no one
to care for him His wagon was held
in the endless stream and II must
continue, whether II carried only
sick man or a dying man or poison
Gus green corpse.
l0:40 a. m.-Three small deer run
across the road ahead Of US. There
are thousands OF soldiers hereabouts,
all with rifles, and good meat Is not
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poaching are imbued in the peasantry
OF Europe and these deer on the bat
tlef1eld are probably the safest OF all
living things. Battles have been
waged on this ground for weeks and
thousands OF men and horses have
been killed; the hungry Russians
have once held this ground, but here
are the three baby deer safe and
sound
Two temporary bridges cross the
stream. This is an infinitely busy
spot. Over these two bridges pass
all the men, food and ammunition
that feed the battle In the hills. This
| little creek Is the River OF Death for
thousands A regiment OF fresh
soldiers. spick and span, Is Just
marching across. AT the same time,
across the other bridge, wounded and
sick men are being brought from the
battlefield. The contrast defes de-
scription. Days ago in some city
these fresh men marching through
the streets, singing in their war en-
thusiasm Their journey TO this
bridge on the edge Of the battlefield
has been long and slow. But it's al
most ended. A short march will
bring them where death Is flying III
about. They don't sing now Thor
faces are grave. A group OF other
soldiers are cheering nearby. Their
captain has just made a little speech
telling them to do their best. On q
hillside mile away are thousands OF
men In grey. They form grey car
pet over the great slope. can sac
white horse among them as I lock
| through my glasses. The carpet
moves and forms Itself into patterns
Of straight lines on a green back
ground These thousands OF men are
TO be taken TO the front after dark
tonight They are waiting, and 10
keep them from growing nervous,
their officers put them through drills
now and then. II Is 1880 now, but
| In this northern land at this time II
the year, II will be pitch dark at
4:45 this afternoon. SO they have aot
many hours to swarm on the safe
| hillside.
H.. a. m.-we desert the wagon
70 go TO the rest OF the war on foot.
see my first shrapnel burst. II
makes tiny, lazily-foated cloud OF
white smoke over the hills. Through
my glasses I see an Austrian aero
plane near the white cloud. Another
cloud and another and another break
into view The Russians are trying
for the aeroplane. The aviator knows
II, too. There's no use OF his trying
TO climb above the danger. for the
shrapnel has an upward range OF over
two miles, SO the machine turns tall
and starts back toward the Austrian
lines. Pun Puff! Pun More white
clouds break out around II. These
are deadly cubic miles OF air up there.
and n the aviator happens into one
Of them there win be burst of splin-
tered wood and tattered canvas and
his work will be done. But it's all In