Bonners Ferry herald., 1915-10-01
GHOSTS IN FLANDERS
SURELY OLD SOLDIERS REVISIT
SCENES OF BATTLES.
Five Centuries Ago English Warrior
Fought Over the Territory That
Is Now the Scene of Euro
pean Warfare.

think that old ghosts must be astii
an Flanders, now that an English army
is encamped there again, with Edward
prince OF Wales. on the headquarters
staff. Out of the mists of time there
must surely come some of those Eng
lish gentlemen and men-at-arms who
more than five centuries ago came
With another prince of Wales, called
Edward, to fight against heavy odds
In and about all those towns in Bel
gium and France which, again, have
become familiar in our mouths as
household words-St Omer, Ypres
Arras, Scissors, Reims, St. Quentin
Gravelines, Dunkirk, Calais and Able
vile, Lille and Armentieres.
Perhaps Eyewitness" knows the
names of those silent ghosts, though
he has not yet written about them in
his dispatches, owing to the severity
of the censor. He knows, am sure,
that among those who watched the
destruction of Cloth Hall were Sir
John Chandos-"the flower of knight
hood"-and Lord Thomas Percy, SiI
Godfrey de Harcourt and Lord Regin'
aid Gotham, Lord Thomas Holland
and Lord Delawarr, Lord Robert Ne.
vile, Lord Thomas Clifford, Lord
Bourchier, Lord Latimer, Sir Walter
Manny-"sans peur ct sans reproche'
and many other knights and squires
whom" as old Froissart said, Il can
not now name"
The ancestors of British officers who
der their banners over the fiat marsh
lands, they banqueted in many of the
grand halls which now lie in ruins un
der the German eagle, they stormeC
at the gates of many towns which are
now filled with British soldiers, theil
lances glittered down many of the
roads where the winter sun now glinti
upon the lances of French dragons
and with the chivalry of medieva
knighthood they did many acts o
courtesy and valor and heroic adven
ture upon the same ground where th'
men under Sir John French have uI
held the old traditions of their bree'
with no less courage. Also, according
to the way of war they, ravaged tn
countryside through which the
passed burned farmsteads and peas
ants cots, swept it clean of all fooc
looted it's treasures, and laid it waste
so that there was desolation and fan
inc where the English army ha
passed.
1t was Lord Henry Spencer, bisho
of Norwich, who undertook the sieg
of Ypres in the days when Englis
arrows sung with a shriller note tina
the modern shell.
DAY after day." writes Froissar
"the assault continued, but the plac
still held out At last the English, flint
ing that they could not take the tow
by storm, and that they had expende
all their artillery, resolved to have
quantity of faggots collected wit
which to fill up the bitches, so ths
they might advance and fight ham
to-hand with the garrison, undermin
the walls, and, by throwing thel
down, effect an entrance"
Every road and dyke round Yprt
was moistened with English blood
those old days, and now, fighting sic
by side instead of against the Frenc
and the F1emings, English blood drill
down to the same soil, which is mike
with the dust of heroic bones, of En-
lish arrowheads, of steel breastplat'
and richly chased casque, and of a
the panoply of medieval knighthoo
aow dissolved into the chemistry
the earth's graveyards.
If ghostly warriors keep the watch'
of the night, Sir Charles Chandos, S
Walter Nanny, Lord James Audle
Lord Reginald Gotham, and tho
sand other knights of old renown, S
lutte the men who challenge death Fl
England The Black Prince raises h
visor and kisses the sword hilt to e
ward, prince of Wales, who is waikiki
the same fields of fame and blood.
London Chronicle.
The Spaniard in Mexico.