New Britain herald., 1915-03-03
RESCUE OF SEVEN
 ! WOUNDED CHASSEURS
'lt|attd by Woman Who Witnessed
 ' Battle Of CuiSe.

Robert of Paris, who witnessed the
 kbattle of Guise, has just told her
 story of the rescue of seven wounded
 ,chasseurs.
 With the report that the Germans
 were coming the chief surgeon of a
 Hospital had ordered practically ev-
 erybo ody to the rear. Mademoiselle
 Robert was still at the hospital, how
 ayer, when peasant came in breath
 less excitement to tell how the Ger
 mans were coming, and how seven
 ahasseurs were lying terribly wounded
 n a little hamlet four miles away.
 Jumped on Bicycle.
 F It was already darfi,'' Mademoiselle ] Robert relates. We had no ambu-
 lances or any sort of vehicle to bring ea bicycle, determined to try to find kAe wounded men. The cannonading
 4eard. for three days was coming
 Maraf and nearer, and as I pedalled
 dong the road I could see flashes of the, nearing conflict #.G & 1.-TWO miles up the road detach-
 ment of dragons challenged me and
 ordered me to the rear. l told them (of fhe seven chasseurs.
 " My DOT little woman, one said
 There may be seven times seven
 thousand back there, and you cant
 get them aH can you?'
 Pleaded With Officer
 I pleaded with him to let me have
 two of his men to make an effort. He shook his head, declaring that the Germans would be in the village in force before anyone could reach the wounded men.
 k.." But I couldn't go back, and the kk8icer finally let me proceed. The
 sky had clouded thickly and it was 1 pitch dark when I arrived at the
 hamlet. There was not sign of life; &the only light was that of burning Ybuildings reflected from the clouds. I 1 hi ocked at several houses; they were unresponsive as the grave, although Ifam sure there were people in some of them.
 \ Chasseurs in Barn.
 ss"I finally found a barn beside the Tpad that answered the peasants de- scription, and putting my ear to a crack in the door I heard the plain 1 tive sounds that became so familiar in the hospital; my men were there Lifting the latch carefully, I pulled { the door, looked into pitch darkness, then drew back; I was afraid I asked trenblingly: who's there?' ! There was no reply, but I could locate the spot where the men lay by the 1solnd of their groaning. felt my Way toward them, pumping against beams and tripping in the straw I ' went down on all fours and crept until my hand touche something under the
 straw, drawing sharp cry of pain; t was the crushed leg of one of the chasseurs. How many are you here ? Il asked: In Heavens name, speak some of you
 z Who are your a feeble voice
 asked. They could scarcely believe i I had come from the rear and begged +en1e to fly as quickly as I could. There's, nothing girl like you can do for us.''
 1 Lonesome Disconsolate Cow. '. Istarted out for a conveyance; it was an all night search, for every door was dumb to my appeal. I dubbed the door of every house with a stout stick. but not till dawn did I see a living being in the locality; then l came across lonesome, disconso- late COW. Now I thought, if can hnd any sort of a vehicle, I have the Eaotlye power. An old peasant woman peeked ti1nidly out of her . cottage and darted back again. I knocked at the door, but she didn't lfreply insisted so strongly with my E big stick that she finally opened again. There was an old carry-au under the
 shed of the next farm, she said. The F# place was abandoned. We might find
 harness there or some other means
 of- hitching the COW to the carry-all. An old wreck Or harness that we pieced out with ropes and rags was soon ready: the COW, daZed and docile, finally consented to pull.
 With the aid of the old peasant woman and with some unseen aid we got those maimed chasseurs into the carry-all and were on our way back 10 the hospital at speed of a mile an hour. Shells were bursting nearer ] And nearer and long columns of in- Ssafan antry were hurrying before them Enough the fields to the right and to Ahe left. We heard the rumbling of Iyheels behind us. It was a battery Df French artillery. As they passed .an officer glanced at my charge, saluted, shook his head sadly and gall Epped on. The battery turned into the l first cross road and began business.
 To my poor chasseurs it was wei S ccme noise. One good turn deserves ' another; the Germans are getting some of their own change back. The 1s poor fellow was dead when we reached s he hospital. In spite of the holes
 Ike little three-inchers made in the