New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-05-20

there, the Scot, the Irishman and |
found ourselves in a minute converslng
softly, but intimately and cheerfuly,
over those matters which most con
Germ wounded msn-frst his wound
and second how he got it. That Is the
way of war. the only possible way.
Don't recognize hard facts unless you
must That is why the men IN the
trenches are just now the most cheer
full people in Europe.
They were both "leg cases" The
Scots vas a flesh wound. II would
have been slight, once upon a time
But those German bullets cut queer
capers. At least half the flesh wounds
nowadays are clean-drilled little holes
at the point Of entrance and wicked
gaps at the point of departure. ! i'm
agine that these bullets, shot from worn
rfing. are "keyhOling," although the
British soldier often has less chart
table theories. The Scot had only a
passing mild story 10 tell. He had got
his wound on the way to the trenches,
IT, one of those avenues OF approach
which the Germans sprinkle nightly
from rifles fixed in a wise and trained
on a spot like cannon. Thence the
dressing station. the transfer TO the
field ambulance, the train journey down
to the base hospital and finally this
haven.
81 slept twelve hours when ! came
IN" he said; "eh, but sheets were
gude!'
Fighting in the Chlorine.
As for the Irishman, he had much 20
tell a story which he brought out IN
his own original fashion, with many
Obligations and philosophical comments
on things military. He got his"-that
is the conventional phrase in charge,
just after the French broke from the
gas fumes. He put in here pretty
piece of description of a group OF
Zouaves seen here and there by their
bright uniforms which glanced through
the greenish-yellow haze OF chlorine
gas Each time he saw them they
were further back and each time
there were fewer men in the group.
bullet caught him as he charged, and
down he went. He described the Sensa-
ton as most wounded men do blow,
a momentary blur, burning. and then
the pain. The r. A. VI. {. men, who
follow in and pick up the wounded,
were not at hand. In his charity and
pride IN the army, he stopped to de
fend them for that. The work that
day was too hot for any ambulance
corps.
They cudn't see us ALL" he said.
7 hence. with the shrapnel peppering
his road. and with vlrulent hornets
singing overhead. he had dragged him
self back TO pile of brush and man
aged TO put on his first-aid dressing.
Here he digressed He had found
dead German and had looked through
his pack. That pack seemed TO fascl-
nate him more than anything else
about the battle. He kept returning to
it. The dom thing" was black, and
IT opened from the bottom. He never
saw pack like that Before. There
were many letters IN il, but they were
"al in Dootch." He kept them and
gave them TO the surgeon afterward
there were orders TO turn in all the
writings found on German corpses or
prisoners. Also. there was a ration;
and since he had not eaten since morn
ing, he took that. THE biscuits was
bigger than ours, sir, but soft. They
was aisicr chawin'.' Just when his
story reached d proper climax he would
return 10 that Interesting pack. ! made
out that he despaired at last of being
found and that he made his own way
back on his shattered leg TO the field
ambulance. But he had not reached
his turn with the surgeons when she'll
came through the roof. Then came
another they were marked and doomed.
The ambulance force loaded up the
wounded and hurried TO a barn further
back from the lines 1t was late at
night by now. When he woke IN the
morning he found the man who lay
next to him dead. Thence they got him
20 the train, and there was no more TO
his adventure but hospital routine.
Did We ever see wan Of thin German
packs ," he asked in conclusion. This
felly had some little wads like COON.
don't know what they was for"
Germans Behind Every Tree.
The Scot broke in from time TO time
with his slow. wholesome accent. His
hobby appeared TO be German spies.
which he had seen behind every tree.
If he was running the army like Sir
John. he said, he wouldn't have a civil
ian within ten miles of the lines. Also
he had much to tell Of the asphyxiatinR
gas That started the Dublin Fusileer
again. First begging my pardon, they
described its effects, Strophe and anti
strophe, in language quite cnht.
Rest his sowl," said the lrishman
suddenly. glanced UP. ne HNl StH
were leaving the Enclosure made by the
red screens. One Of them with a gest-
urc summoned an orderly. While we
had been talking the soul OF the man
with his hands in bags had set sail
into the quiet ocean Of unnumbered
souls
So they let me wander have hos
pital pass. but usually they stop me at
the very door TO demand it OF me. To-
day no one had time for that. A young
Scot lay tossing | stood beside his
bed. A nurse came speeding up
very slight English girl. her face drawn
with Wcarincss She never glanced at