The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-12-01
Times Man TellS Of Great War

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s:35 a. m.-We pass the outer
line of Notifications. The
trenches are lined and floored
with willow or straw mating. As
far as our eyes can reach. TO the
right and left, stretch small for
ests" of posts. hitching post high.
with barbed wire hung and tan
gled between them.
$40 a. m.--Our wagon Is
springiess. Now I know why all
the wounded men in the carts
have such strained faces.
9:35 n. m.-The road dips into
a valley. On both sides stretch
an immense camp of tents and
covered wagons. The smoke from
thousands of fires hangs over II
all. Mud. mud. flags, smoke.
horses, wagons, piles of bread.
harness, rifles. form a weird and
indescribable picture that covers
hundreds of acres in the valley.
This is a reserve camp.
9:45 a. m.-We make "trip on
foot through the camp.
Hello, there, you American"
! hear man calling from COW
cred prairie schooner" He
shows me a letter he has just
written. II is addressed "HeIen
o. Reed, 1900 Calvert street.
Baltimore"
your wife?" | asked.
No, but l wish she would be-"
he replied. He is Lieutenant Carl
Hoffman of the eleventh army
corps. He is a big, handsome fell
low, who has lived In America.
$50 a. ma spherical bal
loon, a dirigible balloon and two
aeroplanes are soaring or darting
above the hills.
10 a. ma soldier Is leaning
against a well at the gateway of
a convent, but the convent is only
a heap of broken brick and stone.
The Austrian soldiers have razed
1t because it INSTRUCTED the view
from the forts. The soldier has
only the ruin to guard, and he
evidently considers his task a
bore.
1920 a. m.-We cross a mar
row gauge railroad track then
over plowed farms. 1t is an ar
tillery railroad. The cars are
very small but horses pull them
more rapidly than wagons. There
is a string of cars across the hor-
lion. They are feeding the artil-
lery in the hills two miles away,
with shrapnel shells. The rail-
road to Sanck runs through this
farm and when we pass the depot
of Hermanowick we see wounded
and sick men lying all about the
platform. They are waiting for
trains which will carry them back
to the base hospital.
1890 a. m.-The sound of fir
ing is incessant and huge In vol
ume. The Austrian batteries fire
one gun at a time. The Russians
are firing salvos. Zone, two,
three, four, five, SIX" go the Aus
trian howitzers. g.
"B-rk-r-r-" go the Russian
pieces, all firing at one time.
Before us are hills covering
miles of territory; from hilltop
to hilltop and from valley to val
ley the battle is raging.
How can a man paint a battle
like this?" asks Adams, who has
just finished a picture of the en-
peror of Austria-Hungary in seven
sittings, and who usually isn't
stalled on important assignments.
1926 a. m.-Many wounded
have passed in wagons. "Ill
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 a more
tremendous picture of war than
all the exploding cannon can
paint" In the midst of all the
life and activity the man was
dying before our eyes. There was
no one to care for him.
His wagon was held in the end
less stream and must continue.
10:45 a. m.-Three small deer
ran across the road ahead of us.
There are thousands of soldiers
hereabouts, all with rifles, and
good meat is not any too common,
but the law against poaching Is