The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1915-08-19
STRANGE PHANTOM ARMIES.
Did st. George Bring His Bowmen to
England's Aid?

World without end, amen" said
one OF the British soldiers, with some
irreverance, as he took aim and fired,
writes the Hon. Mrs. St. John Mild
may in the North American Review.
Then he remembered a vegetarian
restaurant in London, where he had
once or twice eaten queer dishes Of
outlets made of lentils and nuts that
pretended to be steaks. On all the
plates in this restaurant a figure Of
St. George was printed in blue, with
the motto, AdSit AngliS Sanctus Geor-
gius. May st. George be present
help to England! The soldier hap
pened to know Latin and other use
less things, so now, as he fired at
the gray advancing mass, three hum
dred yards away, he uttered the
pious vegetarian motto. He went on
firing to the end, till at last Bill on
his right had to clout him cheerfully
on the head to make him stop, point
ing out as he did so that the kings
ammunition cost money, and was not
lightly to be wasted in drilling funny
patterns into dead Germans. For
as the Latin scholar uttered his invo-
cation he felt something between q
shudder and an electric shock pass
through his body. The roar Of the
battle died down in his ears to gen.
tie murmur, and instead of it he says
he heard a great voice louder than
thunder peal, crying, Array! Ar
ray!" His heart grew hot as burn
ing coal, then it grew cold as ice with
in him, for it seemed to him tu-,.
multi Of voices answered the sum
mons. He heard, or seemed to hear,
thousands shouting. AS the soldier
heard these voices he saw before
him, beyond the trench, a long line
of shapes with a shining about them.
They were like men who drew the
bow, and with another shout their
cloud of arrows flew singing and
whirring through the air toward the
German host. The other men in the
trenches were firing all the while.
They had no hope, but they aimed
just as if they had been shooting at
Bisley. ta
Suddenly one of these lifted up
his voice in plain English. "Gawd
help u.s." he beloved to the man
next to him, "but we're blooming
marvels. Look at those grey ger'e-
men! Look at them! They're not
going down in dozens or hundreds
in thousands it is! Look, look!
There's a regiment gone while Pm
talking to ye!",
Shut it," the other soldier bell
lowed, taking aim, what are We talk
ing about?" But he gulped with as
tonishment even while he spoke, for
indeed the grey men were falling by.
the thousands. The English could
hear the cultural scream Of their
revolvers as they shot and line after
line crashed to the earth. All the
while the Latin-bred soldier heard !
the cry, Harrow! Harrow! Monsieg-
neur! Dear Saint. Quick to our
aid! St. George help us!'
The singing arrows darkened the
air, the heather hordes melted be-
fore them. More machine guns"
Bill yelled to Tom. Don't hear
them!" Tom yelled back, "but
thank God, anyway, they have got
it in the neck"
In fact, there were ten thousand
dead German soldiers left before that
salient Of the English army, and con-
sequently-no Sedan. In Germany,
country ruled by scientific prihci-e
pies, the great general staff decided
that the contemplate English must
have employed turpentine shells, as
no wounds were discernible on the
dead soldiers. But the man that
knew what nuts tasted like when
they called themselves steak, knew
also that St. George had brought his
Agincourt Bowmen to help the Eng