The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1915-03-25

Many Of the wounds had not been
dressed for days, and there were
men who had lain in the forest OF
Compiegne for three or four days
and nights until they were picked
up or had managed to drag them
selves out. .
Uncomplaining and wonderfully
courageous, the men rarely cried
out, even when the doctor probed
their wounds or extracted a bullet.
They drank the hot coffee and
bouillon gratefully, and some very
near Deaths door found some
comfort in cigaret. In the town
OF Montereau china factory was
handed over to us as a fit-up hos
pital. 1t was very primitive af-
fair, but it had beds, and to the
poor wounded soldiers it seemed
a haven of peace. The nurses had
to walk carefully in the wards, for
the cobbled stone floor was cross
ed by iron rails lprobably used
for moving about trucks of Chi
na). The only luxury was an un-
limited supply of china bowls. &c
Ills 0ont Superbas!"
Side by side the French and
German soldiers lay. Ills sont SUI
perbes, ces brave!" French sold
Ter said to me, indicating the Ger
mans, and dying German sold
Ter whispered hoarsely: 81 would.
never have fought against the.
French and English had known
how kind they were."
In Paris our surgeons work
commenced in real earnest; am
putations and trepanning, setting
fractures, etc, etc. Operation sue
|ceeding operation, and some of the
recoveries seemed marvellous. A
German with half a dozen bullets
in his head was very cheerful af-
ter his operation, and when the
meals were taken around he would
jump up and insist on sitting at
the edge of his bed with his feet
dangling out. ''Schmeckti
schmeckt!" he would say, and lick
his plate all round. -
'Hurrahl'' for q Lost Limb
We all dreaded telling a young
French soldier that his leg had
been amputated to save his life.
At last it was broken to him gent
ly by the matron. Great was her
establishment when the i fellow
threw up his arms and shouted
delightfully."-: "Hurrah! hurrah! II
shall get a pension"
A French soldier, who was de-
lirious when he came to our hos
pital from bayonet wound in the
head, and whose limbs were
twitching spasmodically from te-
tanus, kept muttering: ION. sont
les Anglais? Angelo terre-J'ai
peur-J'ai peur.n The poor fellow
never regained consciousness. He
was fine looking man with beau
tifully chiseled features. His wife,
"a peasant woman, came to see
him when he was dead, and look
ed. at him, dry-eyed and stunned
with grief.
One morning we received al
telephone message that train
full of English wounded were at
Villeneuve, a stalron near Paris.
We hurried out to them and were
cordially welcomed by a r. A. M.
G. officer, who was glad of assist
ance, for he was working SINGLE
handed. What we want most OIL
all is BATH" the Tommies told
us as we bound up their wounds.
One poor lad, whose arm was
black with gangrene almost to the
shoulder, plaintively asked us to
wash off the stain. A German or
derby was assisting our men. He's
a good fellow Tommy said.
He wants to wear Khaki
Cheerful, brave and handsome,
in spite of want of soap and wa
ter, we felt proumd of our men
who could have helped it. We
packed them into ambulances and
brought three back in the motor.
Fine Fellows muttered our
French chauffeur. but why do
they wear petticoats ~ He was
pointing to the brown legs of the