Connecticut western news., 1915-09-30
REVIE. " OF
 BY KITCHENER /.
"SoIidarity of Civilization" Is DemonStrated-HearS
 Roar of German Guns.

--.~~<~~%~%~o%~a~@~~4@aS He was kindly man and in speaking English had discovered, as l do when speaking French. that it is simpler to stick to one gender. His choice was the feminine. and the boche was de. scribed to Us as she" throughout. He made me think better of myself, which k the essence of friendship.
 "0ur" Guns and Theirs"
 We climbed flight of old stone steps. for generations the playground of lit- tie children, and found a wrecked church and a battalion in 'billets recre- ating themselves with excellent music and little horseplay on the outer edge of the crowd. The trouble in the hills was none of their business for that day.
 Still higher up on the narrow path among the trees stood a priest and three or four officers. They watched the battle and claimed the great bursts of smoke for one side or the other at the same time as they kept an eye on the flickering aeroplane.
 Ours" they said, half under the breath.
 "Theirs-no, not ours; that one was theirs. That fool is banking too steep That's boche shrapnel They always burst 1t high. |" That's our big gun behiad such and I, tat chine in the street if he doesn't take care There gees a trench sweep CT. Those last two were theirs, but that"-it was n full roar-"was ours."
 The valley held and increased the sounds till they seemed to hit our hill side like sea. X change of light showed village exqutsitely penciled atop q hill, witlt a reddish haze at its feet.
 What is that placeY" I asked.
 The priest replied in n voice as deep as an organ:
 That is so and so. n Is in the boche lines. Its condition is pitiable.
 The thunders and the smokes rolled up and diminished and renewed them selves. but the small children romped up and down the old stone steps. The beginners aeroplane unsteadily chased its own shadow over the fields and the soldiers in the billet asked the band for their favorite tunes.
 Germans Play "Tipperary."
 Said the lieutenant of local guards as the cars went on:
 "She play 'Tipperary.'
 And she did. to an accompaniment of heavy pieces in the hills, which fol- lowed us into town all ringed with enormous searchlights. French and boche together, scowling at each other beneath the stars.
 It happened about that time that Lord Kitchener, with General Joffre, reviewed a French army corps. We came on it in q vast dip of ground un- der gray clouds as one comes suddenly on water, for 1t lay out in misty blue lakes of men mixed with darker patch es like reed beds and m undergrowth of guns, horses and wagons. A straight road cut the landscape in two. Along its murmuring front it was as though Cadmus had sown the dragons teeth, not in orderly furrows but broadcast, till. mortified by what rose up, he had emptied out the whole bag and fled.
 But these were no new warriors. The record of their mere pitched battles would have satisfied q Napoleon. Their regiments and batteries had learned to achieve the impossible as matter of routine and in twelve months they had scarcely for a week lost direct contact with death.
 We went down the line and looked into the eyes of those men with the used bayonets and rifles. the packs that could almost stow themselves on the shoulders that would be strange with out them, at the splashed guns on their repaired wheels and the easy working limbers. One could feel the strength and power of the mass as one feels the flush of heat from off sunbaked wall.
 Generals See Troops.