Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1915-04-17

! over the oozing fields and had got
as far south as the hamlet Of Wys-
: zung. four miles from Mlawa. without
! seeing anything more exciting than
y forlOrn faces peering from huts by
f the waysde. Won Rieben asked Now,
haven't YOU had enough OF this?"
4 suppose So said I, though the
/ whole mournfui panorama always fas-
3 cinates me. II means so much.
Very well. he sighed. ~let us GO
over 10 the other approaches Of the
I town and do our mourning"
\ Then he broke a square from a big
slab OF chocolate that had mocha in il
to take away the siekish taste, and
gave the men their orders to turn
! hack.
We must do the other side of the
Z AIlawa.' said he. because IL the gem
eral found out I haven't taken you
there he would scoldpl
A Gloomy Panorama.
The panorama unfoiled again-the
ssd. flat. battered country with the
/ white church towers OF Mlawa loom
Ing against the gray horizon on the
north, the swarthy children who
/ sauawked with excitement when the
car hove into view. and the old old
peasant men who uncovered and
seemed almost TO bend double. so low
did they bow when they beheld the
gray uniform and its flash of gold on
the back seat.
That crouching posture was very
pitiful TO me. II seemed to stand for
so many ages OF slaylshness. Nor was
It the Germans alone who thus we're
: greeted. The correspondents were
too, and | have seldom felt more
foolish than | did one bitter morning
in Lowioz when l went out to the
pump to wash and an old man with
a long white beard stood uncovered
by the pump throughout the opera
I ton. Fortunately. IL was brief
Z Past the patient peasants who
I have no part in this wars making
/ and are paying so heavily for IT, we
Jared, and back into the hlackened
ioatskirts where the bombardment
was heaviest and where the bllstered
sides OF a chimney alone remain TO
mark many site that once was
l"heme..
In the open fields on the edge of
town rise the flying stations, the ma
chimes and their crews OF operators
and mechaniclans unartered under
great brown tents, bellying softly in
the wind and teaching you again that
there Is nothing SO lovely in archi-
lecture as the long. sweeping drape
of tent.
Traliosas OF Cannon.
Through freight yards then, where
tfalnloads of cannon and tons of
equipment stand waiting orders, the
sentries pacing up and down beside
them and their majestic bulk covered
by brown tarpaulins, on which the
whirling snow makes fantastic pat
terms.
Past open places where the pro-
Went wagons are parked in hollow
squares, the drivers grouped around
fires built in the center OF the
squares.
The CHEEKY light wounded who
viii not wait for the ambulanees to
bring them in from the trenches. are
hobbiing by One man has his foot
swathed In straw, one OF the few
genuinely old time touches / have
seen In this modern warmaking.
IL is as IL the man were hobbling
toward you out of an ancient picture.
Otto and Herman and Hans and viii
helm are exchanging halls as they
oNertake one another on the highway.
ana through the Wintry air and
across the solemn thunder of the
guns comes the pleasant music of the
farriers and the mechanicians' ham,
mers on the anvils, and 1t makes me
think of the lines in Duke Henrys |
prayer on the night before Bosworth |
battle--those glorious lines where you |
hear the tinkle of the armorers |
hammers" and get in half a hundred |
words the whole sense and feel Of a |
camp. Shakespeare knew. wonder |
what armies he had followed.
Haven't you had enough OF this?"
the bored Won Rieben, who was long |
ing TO get back to his maps, had !
asked.
Nay Won Rieben. nor ever shall. |
think. 1t is too wonderful in the cla- |
NOR and the sorrow and the splendor |
of IT all