The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1915-07-22

| lonely looking. Gaunt cliffs face the
sea; huge precipices are cut out OF
the yellow sandstone of the noun
tain sides; sandy ridges run in all
directions. But this forbidding land
has a curious moment of picturesque
ness in its day.
That is when the rays of the west
ering sun drive away its monotone
and light up its features strangely
almost into beauty; when the still,
thin curiously-stirred clouds of late
afternoon fame with all the gorgeous
coloreding which has made the
Mediterranean and its sister, the
Aegean so famous for evening beau
ty. The yellow precipices of the pen
insula are brilliantly gilded; the tex
ture of it's rugged spaces is made
clear, and they stand out boldly
against the freshened green of trees
and herbage. Its pathetic little vii
lagos glitter brightly for a. little -
their windows and white walls al
most like so many heliographs-be-
fore the Quickly advancing shadows
of the peaks of far-off islands cur
tain them.
But it is only for a few minutes
that the peninsula lies so beautifully
clear against the piled-up dark back
ground of the mountains Of Asia
Minor, heights toned down to dark
gray by the haze of distance and of
battle. In between the brightness of
the peninsula landscape and the dull
ness of the classic mountains which
saw Troy's warfare. is threaded the
famous waterway. the Dardanelles,
now in sight. a ribbon of deepest
blue, now hidden behind those ridges
of doom and victory.
Such is the landscape in the parti-
cular region of our world-war. But
one scarcely notices its evening beau
ty or takes any interest in its fea-
lures as a landscape. There is a
fleet and an army in the picture. The
bright light before the sunset is util-
lied to pick out the positions and
moves in a fierce struggle against the
desperate remnant of fated en-
pire. Right round the most south
ern part of the peninsula, up the
straits, and down the Asiatic coast,
warships are squirting forth fire and
smoke, battering thunderously away
at the land with great and deadly
shells. The landscape is disfgured
with huge pillars OF dust and fumes
the tremendous devastation caus-
ed where the shells strike.
High overhead aeroplanes skim
noisily: a baby dirigible. directing
the warships fire, makes a splash OF
gold against the light blue of the
sunny sky.
On the sea submarines leave a
thin thread of white; torpedo boats
dash along in all directions-hoW
they must enjoy the game: at
high speed. Transports. ships OF
hope. and hospital ships. with their
| load of suffering, come and go. At
times the blue of the ocean is dis
turbed by tall, white pillars: these
mark the spot where the enemy S
shells fall into the sea. Answering
guns flare and smoke.
Beyond the sea the land battle.
area is strangely fascinating. Tiny
clouds, born in flash of orange light
are sprinkled about in the upper air:
from them the deadly shrapnel has
rained fiercely down. Faint tracks
which are roads. are to be seen ano
occasionally a cloud of dust can be
observed moving along one of them
That denotes the flight or the ad
vance of artillery. 4 battleship no
tees the movement. and. ii the gun:
belong to the enemy it pits deatl
from miles away into that dust cloud
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