The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1915-12-10

Tommy Loses HIMSELF.
At every cross road tho returning
Tommy loses himself In dense crowd
OF Greek soldiers. 30 slight In COM
parison with the stocky. deep chosted
French, SO diminutive In comparison
with the tall, wiry British. The Greeks
seem to DO gathered just where tho
foreign soldiers must pass In going to
and from camp. Whether tho pur
pose be to give tho Greeks an object
lesson in soldierly bearing or to I'M
press the Allies with the number If
Greeks is not clear. Greek army pack
mules choke the way ut every turn.
The streets are scarcely passibls The
noise, the confusion, tho mixture OF
half dozen strangcrs-all OF this in
contrast to the silence and the pat
tering OF the wind blown sand In the
desert land Of Galllpoli. cnchan's the
British Tommy. He is rs ono intoS-
icated with revelation that there Is
still normal life In tho world.
Finally the way TO the camp leaves
the town, between tho high walls of
twin burial grounds-onc Jewish the
other Greek. A little further on is
tho old Turkish cemetery. But the
Turks arc no longer masters OF Mace
donna. The headstones OF their graves
are scattered and broken; the graves
themselves no longer marked. The
cemetery has become the cor al OF
hundreds OF Greek army mules-ihe
dusty, unwatered Expresses shade the
mule drivers rather than the tombS
of the Mussulman dead. their faces
towards the east. Close by. q long
series of barracks built of brick shell
tiers tens OF thousands Of refugees
from Macedonia and Thrace and from
Serbia, the derolicts OF war.
Lots OF Mudholes.
The road in the open country be-
comes an incredible succession OF
m,'dholes along which swing columns
of broad shouldered, blue clad French
men making their way to their own
camp lying to the south of the BRIT
ish compound. Trains of supply was-
ons, officers automobiles, motor
truck, or Tories" as tho English call
them. force Tommies and "poilus'
alike into the soggy fields. Two huge
tractors draw each a gray painted
French four inch long range gun, on
whose muzzles arc painted their
names. One is ''Bocho Chaser" he
other is Death Splitter"
Along the road hundreds OF itia-
Grant vendors Of everything portable
set up improvised stands in the
fields. Ncckties, hot chestnuts, srs-
penders, writing paper, raw shrilnps,
socks, sweetmeats, fortunes told, pho
tographs taken-and bang goes Tom
my's pay! Enterprising semitic mel
chants have even installed barrels Of
beer in the fields as station OF refuge
for the thirsty soldier too long on tho
way. Beggars, of course-cripplcs,
little girls in tattered, hollow checked
misery, the old of every race and kind.
Finally the tent city appears, secm-
ing to cover unending acres Of hill
tops. The road and q stream separate
tho French from the British. Along
the stream tho British Tommies kneel,
washing their clothes against the
rocks as any, French washwoman
might. Where the stream triclsles over
a five foot rock making a meager wat
erfall, a number of men, stark in the
chill air, are bathing Halfway up a
slope, squad Of signal men are do
ing drill. The tapping of their flags
in the sharp wind can DO heard in the
valley like volley Of far away rife
shots. Below them, company is
lined up for inspection, each mans
roll spread out on the grass while the
sergeant goes through the equipment
to see that all is there. For the Greeks
say that thirsty Tommy sometimes
parts with his water bottle or his OK
ira pair Of shoes in return for re-
freshments.
\ Against the sky on the hilltop a
squad Of men are doing through the
exercises-"to keep the beggars ft,''
the officer says. Down valley be.
tween two knobs swings company
returning from route march. They
might be at Aldershot. They turn
out to pass hollow where half a dos-
en- men are cursing earnestly over the
vagaries Of four sheet iron boxes cur
ningly put together in q compact
square to form very successful
stove, whence comes the. smell OF
roasting mutton. Near at hand, be-
fore the butchers tent, q line OF new
killed hogs hung up by the heels. IRA
dripping still.
Smart Officers.
From time to time smart officers,
with red tabs on their collars to in
dictate that they belong to the staff,
plunge over the edge Of miniature
cliff towards the camp stables, where
the horses are picketed In tho opeu.
As they ride of towards the outlying
hills they pass through cloud Of nc
rid smoke coming from q sort Of calrn
in which the camp refuse Is burning.
4 Atop Of one hill is flag pole with
the flag of the Red Cross-the camp
hospital. presided over by gray med
zeal colonel Of gentle manners and an
air of wonder and bewilderment ut
finding himself so far away from Eng
land in 30 strange q land. His baili-
wick Is marked out by a line Of stones
in rows on the hillside. as children
playing ut housekeeping. mark tho
walls Of the rooms. Within these
bounds are medical tents, hospital
tents. dispensary. operating tents
all the paraphernalia of caring for
tho sick and wounded.
staff Tents.
On the opposite hill are tho star
tents, with a stamp on the canvas
that shows them to be from India. II
there are not enough benches for of
Acers and guests, someone sits on ono