The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1915-03-04
STORIES OF WAR
NOT FOUND IN
Lively German "Sausages"
Make Frenchmen Dance
Until They Learn How
to Dodge Them.


TROM the battlefields Of the great
war continues to come to this
country a flow Of stories, some
gay, some grave, but all inter
esting Below are printed some of the
latest.
A French infantry officer gives infor-
nation Of the German bomb throwers
that have been mentioned frequently
of late in the official bulletins:
what we most fear are the Ger
man 'sausages,' or 'minenwerfer' (mine
throwers), hurled through the air by
special machines. They turn upon
themselves like big sausages and fall
with an enormous noise. They are
even amusing, for they go slowly and
give one plenty Of time to run few
yards after they are seen. After the
first day one learns to recognize the
sound Of the explosion. Every one lifts
his nose, and the first to perceive the
direction of the danger cries, Sausage
to the right! Sausage to the left!'
Sausage behindv or simply Ours!
when he believes himself in the direct
line of the trajectory.
''This little game sometimes lasts
two hours, until the artillery gets the
range and silences the German 'sau-
sage Makers -"
Walked Into Foes Camp.
An English eyewitness of the war
operations in France relates an occur
renee illustrating the situation due to
the nearness Of the combatants and
the frequently changing possession Of
the trenches. He says:
wishing to find out whether certain
trenches were occupied after our troops
had been fighting during the day, two
officers set out at night to get in touch
with our men. They came to COM
munication trench which appeared to
run in the right direction and walked
down it. The first thing they came
upon was dugout with candles burn
ing and German equipment scattered
about. Thinking it might have been
captured, they continued down the
TRENCH taking the precaution of blow
ing out the candles.
'Presently they came to another
trench running at right angles to the
one they were in. No sooner had they
entered than they were challenged
sharply in German. They fed, and a
shower Of bullets battered after them.
a race for the exit followed, the pur-
suers and pursued foundering in the
mud and lodging around the traverses.
Fortunately the night was dark, and
the Englishmen escaped unhurt after
several minutes spent under the fire Of
the enemy in trenches surrounded on
all sides by Germans"
Soldier Saved by His Dog.
Split the Wind is four legged SOL
der, says the Paris Figaro. He was
born in Algeria of unidentified par
ents, child of the street, who while
still young learned to take care of
himself in all circumstances.
Intelligent and affectionate, he loved
the master that fate had given to him
and who rewarded his devotion by
good care and by caresses Then came
the war, and his master was called to
the cOlors. Separation was impossi-
bic. Split the Wind managed to SNUG
gle himself on board the transport
taking his master to France.
He crossed the sea; he crossed
France; he was in Belgium and par
t1cipated in the retreat; then he was
in the battle of the Marine, intrepid
and joyous companion Of the regiment,
participating in the dangers Of life in
the trenches
One evening during an assault
shell burst, tearing up the earth, COW
ering the body of his wounded master.
Split the Wind, rolled over and over by
the shock. picked himself up and ran
to the spot where he had seen disap-
pear the one who was all to him.
Resolutely he put himself to the task.
his nose guiding him. Feverishly, In
defatigably. he scratched and dug.
Night had fallen; the battle line had
moved onward. Still Split the Wind
kept at his work. At last he reached
his master.
Carefully he scratched the earth
away from his masters head. Then
he crawled out Of the hole his tired
paws had dug and. sitting on top, be-
gan to bark.
Far away the twinkling lanterns of
the sanitary troops showed where they
were at work on the wounded. Split
the Winds mournful bowls kept up
ceaselessly. At last he was heard, and
the hospital corps men arrived. The
wounded man, rescued by the animals
devotion from a horrible death, was
dug out and carried to the field hos
pital. Two days afterward he was
sent to the American hospital at Neuil-
ly, Split the Wind accompanying him,
for no one had the heart to separate
the little animal from his master. To-
day, while his master. thoroughly
cured, is getting ready to go back to
the front, Split the Wind is the pet of