The Washington times., 1914-12-04

almost found them. They show US
the hole in the earth. 1t Is four feet
deep and twelve feet in diameter. For
many feet around the ground is plowed
up by skipping pieces Of flying metal
Scenes In Cholera Hospital.
z:1o D. m.-We come to a cholera hos
pitaI along the road. 1t Is an old
farm house The scene in the yard is
indescribable. 1 have my pencil and
paper in hand, but 1 don't know what
to write. All about the yard. lying
on straw under the trees, through
which the sunshine filters, are men.
sick OF cholera. Here is soldier
priest. wearing army shoes. a cross
band on his arm. and an overcoat. He
wears n gold cloth apron over his coat
A soldier rises weakly from the straw
to his knees. He folds his hands De
fore him, and the army priest bends
over him. This Is absolution for the
dying that this priest is granting. This
muttering soldier, who Is still strong
enough to kneel upright and to cross
himself. probably will be dead by night.
surely by morning.
And. after the priest goes. the SOL
der falls back weakly On the straw.
pulls a dirty blue handkerchief out
of his pocket, and sobs out his misery.
But the Asiatic cholera will have its
Way with MIN DeIOFc
The priest goes to another man and
arouses him. This man seems strong
err than the first. He gets to his feet
and falls on his knees and raises his
face expectantly and hopefully TO the
churchman, and takes his aosolution
without a sign of weakness. But the
Red Cross doctors know when to call
the priest. Four hours usually see the
finish of the Asiatic cholera victim. and
the priest can be called none too soon
after the first unfailing symptom Is dis
covered
This symptom is like a death sentence
and these men, lying under the trees
in the sunshine. their faces greenish
in hue, their eyes closed, are oylns
even though some OF them nave
strength enough left to kneei uprlSn'
as the priest blesses them
Most Piteous of Sights.
have seen men killed; I've seen
r1en hanged; I've seen men executed
at the wall, but this sight that have
happened upon by accident in GaIcia
IA one of the most piteous that the
sun could ever shine upon or that
human being could ever behold. I got
the nicture with my camera. but it Is
burned into my mind more clearly than
any film can ever show it. I'm going
to put down the exact words as
wrote them at the moment while trying
to force my stunned mind to grasp
what I was seeing. They will show
how weak words can be:
Army priest goes to side OF little
white shack where three men lie In
straw in sunshine. They struggle to
! their knees, fold their hands as he
bends over to hear one confess. Other
two wait their turns with heads
bowed. Their faces are terribly drawn
and CHASTITY green. They'll be dead by
morning or the priest would not have
been called. There is misery unspeak-
able about the yard Twelve men are
diving under the trees. Sunshine drip
ping on them With almost their last
strength they crawl to their knees. one
after the other as priest arouses them.
and humble weakly into his ear. They
fall back weakly as the priest straight
ems up and raises his hands in bless
| ing over them.
That's the best I can do. I've never
| learned any words that would tell such
: a story as that. and Adams, who has
painted enperors and kings, says there's
no brush or paint that can tell the
story on canvas
AT least, there's a picture l cam
paint" he said. And as for me. I've
found a story I couldn't write.
! And above all this, the artillery j,