The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1915-11-16

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les Of every sized gun were innumer-
able. \ cannot tell you how many
guns there, were but IN d radius Of halt
a mile from where my ambulancs stood
the first night there were, at least q
dozen batteries of various calibres, and
they were no thicker there than any
where else We tried to sleep on the
lstretchers for an. hour or two before
dawn ofitheE twenty fifth but when YOU
have q battery Of 1905 coughing UNI
interruptedly within less than 100
yards OF where you are resting, to say
nothing Of other guns TO right and to
left Of you. ones repose Is decidedly
syncopatef. On the morning Of tho
twenty-ffth the cannonade slnckened
and we knew afterwards that the three
/! peryious days work Had bat tered the
German lines into a ;shapeless mas.
and that the French Infantry had made
good the chance it had been patiently
waiting for all summer Of proving to
the world its ability to beat the Ger
mans. 4 q "a "a
| Valiant ColonfaIs.
I'VE are in no position. to tell what
troops did the best work but everyone
knows that the Colonia1s under Gen;
eral Marchand did splendidly asf did
the Eleventh corps which was along.
side them. Only three or four Incl
dents OF the twelve. hard days work
stand out clearly in my, mind. The
rest is but hazy memory OF indis-
tinguishable nights and days. cold, and
rain, long rows Of laden stretchers
waiting to be put into the cars, waver-
ing lines OF less seriously wounded
thobbling along tosswhere I'VE were
waiting sleepy ospital derlies,s dark
ndergronnd chambers in which the
toctorsk were sorting out and caring
for the wounded, and an rnceasing
noise Of rumbling wagons, whirring
aeroplanes, distant guns coughing and
nearby ones crashing, shells bursting
and bullets kissing. Out Of this gem
eral tumble Of memory one feature
shines put steadily clear. tits Of the
doctors. Patient, indefatigable, tender,
Encouraging and brave in the most
perfect way, they were everywhere in
the forefront and seemingly knew. not
what fatigue meant. II the nurses are
the angels Of this war these doctors
are the apostles who lift up this world
and carry It to Cod + osf ss..g 4 q
One Of the incidents which stands
out clearly in my mind tis of: a night
mare drive to Herlus. Iareceived or
ders late one evening to take two cars
to this village at 4 a. M. Not being
able to find the divisional doctor; to
tell him that I considered 1t impossi-
BILE, to take ambulancesl bysnight with
out lights, in, the pouring rain over
the shell-holed road, which led to- the
village 1 had to try 1t. Mr.. Joseph
IWhitwell, with his car and chauffeuE,
accompanied me. On my car I had
George Tate q most capable, man. As
he is a better driver than, / am he
held the wheel while I. Gas SO. It
seems now spent; my whole time
wading through knee-deep mud, try
ing by the faint light Of an electric
lamp, to find the way around shell
holes and bogs or pushing the car out
of the gutter. 1t shows how difficult
1.-The journey was that to cover the six
kilometers there and back took, us
1.-TWO hours: and o half. We had; the
satisfaction Of getting the wounded
safely to the hospital and perhaps 1t
was not entirely ilow-mindeds of us to
be pleased next morning when we
heard that some French cars had re-;
fused to make the same journey"
Near Shell Fire. sit
b Mr.. Norton tells at some length of
having his ambulances stationed one
day at Perthes, at afspot only forty
yard distant; from a battery which the
Germans were Smelling. The shells
fell SO close that the American am
bulance men took refuge in, q dug
out, the entrance Of which was filed
with dirt and hsplinters from various
explosions. A horse-ambulance near.
by them was. blown up, and finally
the Germans brought their gas shells
into play. I'VE fixed masks on the
wounded and on ourselves, writes
Mr.. Norton, .sand after about two
hours the Germans let up and I'VE
were able to take a long breath and
express our feelings Of the man who
invented this dirty. way OF fighting.
Nobody. was really any the worse for
the experience, though. our .thfroats
and eyes troubled US for q day or
two" +
Mr.. Norton was formerly the di-
tiSCLOT VI. Sue AulSIlcdu classical
School in Rome, and the director Of
the American Archaeological Mission
at Cyrene, NorthsAfrica. An ailusion
to his former work Is made in the
following picturesque paragraph in
his letter: ! 3
II Zone cloudy morning, after q very
firing night / was sitting on the road
side, watchig airather heavy bonn
bardment nearby, and suddenly
through the din rose the sweet. clear
notes of a shepherds pipe. It was the
same reed pipe I have heard SO often
on the hills of Greece and Asia Minor.
and the same sweetly sad, age old
shepherd music telling Of Pan and
the Nymphs and the asphodel mead
lows where youth lies buried. The
piper was an ordinary piou-piou. /, q
simple fantasin, man vieux Charles
with knapsack on his back. rife
swung over his shoulder and helmet
on head, strolling down to the valley
of death q few hundred yards beyond.
Nor Is this the only music I have
heard. One night al violin sounded
among the pirls which s shalfar n,,r