The Odanah star. [volume] (Odanah, Ashland Co., Wis.) 1912-1916, 1915-01-08
CHAPTER xI.
At the GaIIand House.

himself as a link and only link! The
captain of engineers forgot Marta's ex-
| istence as an error of his subordinates
caught his eye, and he went to caution
the axmen to cut closer to the ground,
as stumps gave cover for riflemen. For
the time being he had no more interest
in the knoll than in the wreckage Of
the dirigibles which were down and
out of the fight.
After all, the knoll was only single
point on the vast staff map-only one
of many points Of struggle whose
| progress was bulletined through the
siftings of regimental, brigade, divi-
sion and corps headquarters in net re-
| suits to the staff. Partow and Lam
| stron overlooked all. Their knowledge
| made the vast map live under their
| eyes. But our concern is with the
story of two regiments, and particu-
larly of two companies, and that Is
story enough. If you would grasp the
whole, multiply the conflict on the
| knoll by ten thousand.
| There had been the engrossment
! of transcendent emotion in repelling
the charge. What followed was like
some grim and passionless trance with
triggers ticking off the slow-passing
minutes. Dellarme aimed to keep
| down the fusillade from Fracasse's
trench and yet not to neglect the fair
| targets of the reserves advancing by
rushes to the support of the 128th.
Reinforced, the gray streak at the bot
tom of the slope poured in heavier
fire. Above the steady crackle of bull
lets sent and the whistle of bullets re-
ceived rose the cry of Doctor! Doc
| tori" which meant each time that an
other Brown rifle had been silenced.
The litter bearers, hard pressed to re-
move the wounded, left the dead. AL
ready death was familiar sight-an
article of exchange in which Del
larme's men dealt freely The man
| at Stransky's side had been killed out
right. He lay face down on his rifle
stock. His cap had fallen off. Stran-
| sky put it back on the mans head,
and the example was followed in other
cases. 1t was good idea to keep up
show of a full line of caps to the
enemy.
Suddenly, as by command, the fire
| from the base of the knoll ceased alto
gether. Dellarme understood at once
| course of systematic, irresistible ap-
proach by superior numbers. 1t was
to allow the ground scouts to advance.
Individual gray spots detaching them
selves from the gray streak began to
crawl upward in search of dead spaces
where the contour of the ground would
furnish some protection from the
blaze of bullets from the crest.
"Over their heads! Don't try to hit
them!" Dellarme passed the word.
That's it! Spare one to get a
dozen!" said Stransky, grinning in
ready comprehension. He seemed to
be grinning every time that Dellarme
looked in that direction. He was
plainly enjoying himself. His restless
| nature had found sport to it's taste.
The creeping scouts must have sig
nailed back good news, for groups be-
gan crawling slowly after them.
"Over their heads! Encourage them!"
Dellarme commanded.
After they had advanced two or
three hundred yards they stopped,
shoulders and hands exposed in silhou-
cite, and began to work feverishly
with their spades.
ooh beautiful" cried Stransky.
"That baby captain of ours has some
brains, after all! Well get them now
and we'll get them when they run!"
But they did not run. Unfalteringly
they took their punishment while they
turned over the protecting sod in the
midst Of their own dead and wounded.
In a few minutes they had dropped
! spades for rifles, and other sections
either crawled or ran forward pre-
cipitately and fell to the task of join
Ing the isolated beginnings into a
single trench.
| Again Dellarme looked toward regi-
mental headquarters, his fixed, CHEEKY
smile not wholly masking the appeal
in his eyes. The Grays had only two
or three hundred yards to go when
they should make their next charge in
order to reach the crest. But his men
had fifteen hundred to go in the val
ley before they were out of range.
After their brave resistance facing the
enemy they would receive a hail of
bullets in their backs. This was the
time to withdraw IL there were to be
assurance of safe retreat. But there
was no signal Until there was. he
must remain.
The trench grew; the day wore on.
Two rifles to one were now PLAYING
against his devoted company, which
had had neither food nor drink since
early morning. AS he scanned his
thinning line he saw look of blood.
lessness and hopelessness gathering
on the set faces of which he had grown
so fond during this ordeal. Some of
the men were crouching too much for
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