The Cordova daily times., 1915-03-27
RESCUE IF WOUNDED BY
 A WOMAN

oi idrls' who witnessed the battle of Guise. has just told her story of the rescue of seven wounded chasseurs.
 With the report that the Germans were coming the chief surgeon of a hospital had ordered practically every. body to the rear. Mademoiselle Robert was still in the hospital, how ever, when a peasant came in breath less excitement to tell how the Ger. mans were coming, and how seven chasseurs were lying terribly wound. ed in little hamlet four miles away.
 "It was already dark" Mademolselle Robert relates. "We had no ambu. lances or any sort of vehicle to bring the wounded back, but I jumped on a bicycle determined to try to find the wounded men. The cannonading. heard for three days, was coming near CT and nearer, and as pedalled along the road I could see flashes of the nearing conflict.
 Two miles up the road a detach- ment of dragons challenged me, and ordered me to the rear. told them of the seven chasseurs.
 My poor little woman,' said one, there may be seven times seven thous- and back there and you can't get them all, can you?'
 And I pleaded with him to let me have two of his men to make an effort He shook his head, declaring that the Germans would be in the village in force before anyone could reach the wounded men.
 But I couldn't go back, and the of ficer finally let me proceed. The sky had clouded thickly and it was pitch dark when I arrived at the hamlet There was not a sign of life. The only light was that of burning houses reflected from the clouds I knocked at several houses; they were unre- sponsive as the grave, although I am sure there were people in some of them.
 q finally found a barn beside the road that answered the peasants de- scription, and putting my ear to a crack in the door I heard the plain tive sounds that became so familiar in the hospital; my men were there. Lifting the latch carefully, I pulled the door, looked into the pitchy dark ness, then drew back; was afraid. asked tremblingly who's there?' There was no reply, but could locate the spot where the men lay by their grooming. I felt my way toward them, pumping against beams and stumbling in the straw. l went down on all fours and crept until my hand touched something under the straw, drawing a sharp cry of pain; it was the crushed leg of one of the chas- seurs. How many are you here? asked. Tn Heavens name, speak some of you!'
 Who are you' a feeble voice asked. They could scarcely believe I had come from the rear and begged me to fly as quickly as l could. There's nothing a girl like you can do for us.'
 q started out for a conveyance;-I was an all night search, for every door was dumb to my appeal. | clubbed the door of every house with stout stick, but not till dawn did see a living being in the locality; then I came across a lonely, discon~ solate COW. Now I thought, If l can find any sort of a vehicle, have the motive power An old peasant woman peeked timidly out of her cot tage and darted back again. knock ed at the door but she didn't reply. insisted so strongly with my big stick that she finally opened again. There was an old carry-all under the shed of the next farm, she said. The place was abandoned. We might find a harness there or some other means of hitching the COW to the carry-all. An {, old wreck of harness that we pieced out with ropes and rags was soon ready, and the COW, dazed and docile, l finally consented to pull
 with the aid of the old peasant