The Detroit times., 1914-12-01
THOUSANDS OF
MEN AND HORSES
FEED SHAMELESS
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1920 a. m.-We carry narrow
guage railroad track laid over plough
ed farms. IL 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
shrapn'el 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
pitals.
1880 a. m-The sound OF firing Is
incessant and huge In volume. The
Austrian batteries fire one gun at
time. The Russians are firing salyos.
"One, two, three. four, five. six go
the Austrian howizers. "Br-r-r-r' go
the Russian pieces. all firing at one
time. Before Us are hills covering
miles OF territory; from hilltop 10 hill
top and from valley to valley the bat
tie is raging. How can q man paint
battle like this?' asks Adams. who
has just finished a picture OF the
emperor OF Austro- Hungary. in seven
sittings, and who usually isn't stalled
by important assignments. -
| l0:35 a.\m.-Many a. wounded have
passed US In wagons. I'll never paint
war pictures again OF men going into
battle singing and waving their
syords." 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 i 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 il carried only a
sick man or 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
any too common. but the laws against
lpoaching are imbued In the peasantry
OF Europe and these deer on the bat
tlefeld 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. 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 dehes 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 Ill
about. They don't sing now. Thor
faces are grave. A group OF other
soldiers are cheering nearby. Their
telling them to do their best. On a
hillside a mile away are thousands of
men In grey. They form a grey car
pet over the great slope | can see
white horse among them as l look
through my glasses. The carpet
moves and forms itself into patterns
Of straight lines on green back
ground These thousands OF men are
10 be taken to the front after dark
tonight They are waiting. and TO
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 "
the year, IL will be pitch dark at
4:45s this afternoon, so they have not
many hours to swarm on the safe
hillside.
H., a. m.-we desert the wagon
to go to the rest Of the war on foot
l see my hrst shrapnel burst. II
makes a tiny. lazily-foated cloud OF
white smoke over the hills. Through
my glasses | 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
it, too. There's no use OF his trying
10 climb above the danger, for the
shrapnel has an upward range of over
two miles, so the machine turns tail
and starts back toward the Austrian
lines. Pun! Pun Pun More white
clouds break out around II. These
are deadly cubic miles OF air UP there
and If the aviator happens into Que
OF them there will be burst OF splin.
tered wood and tattered canvas and
his work will be done. But II 8 all In
the days work for the man In the
| sky. He has been sent up to draw
a Russian fire so that the where
abouts OF a certain Russian battery
may be disclosed. He has succeeded,
too, for soon you hear the Austrian
shrapnel screeching through the air
toward the spots in the heavens where
the white smoke floats. The Aus.
trians are feeling over the forests,
hills and valleys for the Russian bat
teries. They want the Russians To
shoot and the aeroplane has turned
the trick. Amid all these exciting
scenes we see hungry soldiers, with
their backs bent earthward, digging
with sticks In a field for potatoes.
Their stomachs are crying louder than
the shrapnel.
1910 p. m-We pass piles OF am
munition beside the road There are
white pine boards the size of trav-
cling mans grip. Each OF them con.
tains shell about four inches in di-
ameter, weighing about 3E pounds,
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