The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-06-27
'TW0-FOOT WALL .SEPARATESFOES
 AT HILL HAMLET
Austrians and Italians In Same House on Mountain
 at Isonzo Front.

Headouarters of the Italian Army, June 27--Zagora, which is little mountain hamlet that was buried in oblivion before the war is famous to- day as the only point on the Austro- Italian front, and perhaps on any ar my front where enemy trench lines ctuaIIy run into each other! For 4VV miles on this front the Austrian and Italian trenches run parallel, being often as close as thirty to hfty yaros' 1 but a Zagora they slide into each ofhe.. ana then slide away again, up hill and down dale, following the gen eral trend of the Isonzo river which erapties into the Adriattc sea far above Venice , The situation at Zagora illustrated 1 the difficult and curious character of 1 inc warfare on this front, where there are probably not anywhere opposing l lines of trenches crossing/so much as 1 2. single acre of fiat land, for there is no fat land except on a rare mounta1n | top.
 .4You must see Zagora, they're all ways fighting there, playing little tricks on each other,'' said division staff of hcer to a correspondent of The 'Asso- ciated Press He then took down a photographic map and showed two lines of trenches running for miles along the mountain sides '"The upper I oIrs," he explained. Mote that. at Zagurs the two lines run together l T. was decided that the best time to see Zagora was in the early morning when the actual firing was desultory- l Many miles of walking before day break over a pontoon bridge spannin g the Isonzo river, and up mountain side protected from artillery shells by tunneIs, brought the party to the head l quarters of the officer in command of | the hiI! forces. The commander con- 1 ducted his visitors still further up the mountain towards Zagora, already wis., ible a heap of ruins of what once | had been the peaceful home of peas ants. The visitors went up at an 1 gle of sixty degrees, in the shelter of old trenches that once had been front trenches. At every turn were visible little plots of wooden crosses where Italian or Austrian soldiers had fallen during the terrific fighting carried on by the Italians to gain their way up the face of the mountain.
 ''1t has been like a sword duel be- tween us all the time" said the com nander, with little artillery fire be- cause either side using guns would, in view of the closeness of the opposing trenches, kill both friends and enemy ''
 'tIts wonderful the way the soldiers have kept up $heir spirits here," he went on. "F'of whole month last IalI, when Lne mountain was Q mass O1 wet rock and nut, when it was pos sib1e to get food up only by might T when the men could not be relieved when to strike a light meant death from a sniper, when our trenches were but hastily constructed piles Of stone felt by the Austrians as we pushed d them foot by foot towards the noun tain top, the men held with amaz- ing cheerfu1ness. Not even the wounded complained. The death strug- gle developed the best qualities of our
 men. Even the socialists among them whose principles do not include fight ing, became some of my best soldiers ''
 As the visitors came full upon the shattered blackened stone walls of the hamlet of Zagora, the commander ad- vised: Stoop low, now, and run quietly. When you reach our front line, don't talk, don't even whisper The Austrians will hear you and begin an attack, thinking we ourselves are about to start one.''
 The party halted near the walls ot
 what once had been a huge country kitchen, built under the lower side ot a house, facing toward the mountain top. Within stood men against the
 wall with rifles in their hands peepine
 out little apertures. On the other side of this wall, not two feet away, stood silent enemy watchers, always ready to fire. The place might have beek