Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1914-12-23
Unknown Stretcher Bearer De-
scribes Horror of Horrors.
Farmhouse, the Refuge Of Wounded
and Dying, Is 5ombarded by Artl-
lery - CHASTITY the Scenes
That Ensue.

London.-The Chronicle publishes
the following account of the lombard
ment of farmhouse. situated between
the French and German lines and tenn
porarily a refuge for the wounded.
The article is a translation from the
notes of French corporal stretcher-
bearer. The Paris Temps says the
work OF the unknown author may be
compared with the most striking pages
of some Russian writer's:
We now heard the whiZ-Z-Z that
those who have once heard can never
forget. The shell was coming straight
king OF an eye, our noses to the
ground. Happy he who finds a drain
or ditch at such a moment. Yet we
had time TO ask ourselves whether II
would pass over or catch us in this
ridiculous position; and saw the past
and the future.
I'VE got up. muddy and peevish. a
faint smell OF dynamite filled the air
We passed through the gateway. The
yard, surrounded on three sides by
the farmhouse and servants quarters.
was quiet and trim.
We entered the kitchen and three
ground floor rooms were full of wound
ed-French and German. Many OF the
unfortunates. lying on the blood
marked straw. had horrible wounds.
A soldier asks for a drink; as he rises,
with hand stretched out for the glass
Of water. a bullet comes through the
window and strikes him full in the
heart The poor fellow sinks without
a sigh
Most Of the wounded are taken
away in a lull OF the combat II is
three O'Clock in the afternoon. Firing
recommences. more violent than ever
The shells whistle ceaselessly. An
sdjutant, terribly wounded, begs TO be
put into the cart, which seems 10 him
a guaranty that he will be among the
next to be removed Scarcely Is he
laid there than a shrapnel bursts over
the cart. killing him The firing sounds
more clearly
"A wounded man in the kitchen
calls me Struck by a ball in the
chest. the poor fellow pants for
breath He IS supporting himself by
one arm. which slips on the bloody
straw With the other hand he feels
in his overcoat pocket. which is glued
UP with CONCEALED blood for letter
which he hands 20 me. his eyes full Of
tears MY sweetheart he murmurs
And ] see IN his fingers little lock Of
black hair which he presses tenderly
10 his lips
Raising my ewes 10 the ceiling !
see the plaster break into a huge
star, and through Il gaping hole the
end Of great shell appears The
ceiling sinks funnrlwise. at the same
moment the roof cracks and the shell
explodes Then all is dark
Presently come to myself. half sufo.
Gated with dust and The fumes ~ dy.
Mantle
THE house is rvcu from top TO bot.
tom. and we can sec the calm blue
sky through tho broken roof The
least seriously wounded men Olsen.
gage fhcir fellows Nearly an Of us
are bleeding Tho poor lover is dead
dis0gJred Shells have struck ,he
house ON two sides
They manage 20 got into The cellar.
and here The German wounded. hungry
and desperate burst out into com.
plants Of this war Of immeaaurable
agony into which they have been
driven
1y poor wife, w poor chiIdreni'
cries one Of them wounded 10 the
stomach by fragment OF she'll.
At This moment. I'm a dark corner.
We heard sob and a womans voice
rose out Of the shadow. al Of my