New-York tribune., 1915-03-27

on the scene this morning, for, what
with firing the guns and keeping the
| baked potatoes from burning and run
ming forward between whiles OF firing
/ TO have their photographs taken with
/ their arms thrown caressingly around
| their favorite guns and scribbling post
cards which the correspondents were
to mail as soon as they got back to
civilization what with all this, | say,
/ the men behind the guns were as dis
traugh. as young ladies' seminary on
commencement day.
Backs Turned to Batteries.
Groups Of tall, sleek, broadclothed
/ officers who seemed not to have much
TO occupy them at the moment wan
dered by. talking Of other matters than
battery fire and trying to keep warm:
/ Sometimes as they visited they would
/ turn their backs to the batteries. Then
the appalling rip and crash of the vol
leys would often catch them unawares
and one or two of them would swing
round on their heels and cry:
go Luisa." and then placdly resume
their visiting.
| never was able to find out just
what go Luisai" stood for. When ]
asked good old Zimmerman, the dean of
/ the corps of German and Austrian cor
respondents on the field, he only
/ shrugged his shoulders and said: "Oh,
/ some foolishness. ! think" And that
! no doubt was a sufficient explanation.
After yarning with the cannoneers
and the potato bakers until we were
nearly perished with the cold, we
/ pushed on ahead Of the guns to the
bridge that crosses the Rawka on the
other side Of the village of Bolimow.
Flying Shells Heard.
II was then that we had the curious
sensation of hearing the shells from
| the Austrian guns passing high over
I our heads on their six or seven mile
/ flight to the Russian positions, for We
are now nearly two-thirds of a mile in
advance Of the artillery.
/ At the edge of the town the land
/ drops of abruptly. Thus bottom lands
which are flooded in the spring lie be-
| tween the town and the waters OF the
/ Rawka. Across these fats road has
been built to height Of ten or twelve
feet and it connects Bolimow with the
Rawka bridge.
When we struck this piece of ele-
waited road an officer said that we were
in fair way to draw the Russian fire
because we were silhouettcd against the
sky, and there is nothing so disgusts
/ n German officer as TO have civilian
/ or a wandering goat draw the enemy's
I fire on his men. SO we scrambled down
into the bottom lands on the left side
of the highway and plunged along for
200 or 800 feet, everybody getting
bored with the brambles and marsh
/ grass.
Finally little Fabian, the Berlin
painter, who fears neither man nor
devil and will walk right up TO six
b gun battery and talk to IT while 1t ls
/ coughing, said he didn't believe we were
anywhere near in sight of the Russian
outpost and that he didn't care for the
walking in the bottom lands.
Wounded Prisoner Carried.
Tbereupon. with the short, round
Fabian for leader, we scrambled back
d, on To the highway, where we encoun-
tered two German soldiers carrying
wounded Russian soldier on stretcher.
! He made a huddled pitoous bundle
| Just ike a bundle and like nothing
I else and the soldiers bore him ten
I derby and sometimes directed encour-
J aging words down at the bundle, but
! the bundle made no response.
"They couldn't be gentler with him
/ if he were one of their own comrades,
| SAID 10 fle COutllE W Il All'lAilNAJ -
/ the "Frankfurter Zeitung.'
/ "Of course" said he. "Why. not!
/ The man is no longer an enemy of ours:
He is wounded. When he gets well
then he is an enemy again, and we WI
send him into Germany with the other
prisoners OF war
Then he stopped and gave the
stretcher bearers three cigarettes
aniece and tucked three more into a
fold Of the wounded Russians gray
brown overcoat
Seen on Rawka Bridge.
We crossed the Rawka bridge. There
has been heavy fighting on TINS brldge'
and along its both approaches the road
side was strcwn with braces OF unused
cartridpes. some Of which had been
smashed fat by the wagon trains that
had followed the fighting. There were
cartridce belts and boxes by the road
side. too. and some dead horses ana
torn caps and all the rest OF the squalld
At the far end of the bridge stood
Cor,rar sentry with rife on shoulder
and botb hands stuck deep into black
,ruF of cloth edged and lined with 1ur.
Voars ago used TO hear stories ABOUT
the dandified German officers VINO car
ried mutfs, and | remember that tnc
fact was used as a slur Oh their mah''-
ness. min,
Rut here was a sentry carrying
mufT. and so | knew there must oe
sound reason for IT. as there Is loi
everything in the German army ~ ~
Tho reoson was. of course, entirely oD-
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circ,iation. as stiff gloves might, or
cbil, the sentry's hands, as ralnsoaKeu
cnos surely would have done, but II
enabled him instantly 10 use his gun
without unglovinC. The seconds ne
inns would save might mean the saw
ing Of his life.
Alonc with the sentry's mutt | saw
fur hoods which can be attached 70 tne
stirrups Of saddles. Into THESE hoods
or socks. If that is a better descrlp-
,ior Of them the cavalrymen can
thrust their feet as they ride along ana
50 keen themselves filter for quick
work.
Green Smoke Signals.
We were gazing up into the blue SKY
,nd the bright sunshine, when SUD
drnlv German flyer rushed out from
Fl vanishing bank of cloud and began
droDped smoke signals Of the most del
icate green tint. occasionally varied
with white Some said he was a thou-
sand metres up and some said he was
more than that.
lie swung in exultant circles over
the great plain. and when he released
his signals they descended for hun
creds of yards in undulating RIBBONS
of white and green, creating precisely
the effect YOU were able TO create as
a child when you played with the long