Mexico weekly ledger., 1916-01-13
FRENcH Ar RAID
IS IKE A STORY

Is LIKE 4 STORM
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nearer ars nearsr. Hs, hAi hats
an enezy avissor saneVhere near and
hes gesting ; greeting from cur
ane-Nirrrzn guns But the short,
sharp shots become more and more
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The marhins guns JON in Whatever
5 upF
I 20 10 the window. which gives
me a view Of 3 gOoa stretch Of sky.
There's tbs beggar already in sight
He hossrs a, q great height amidst a
regular ~eoliectioa Of white shrapnel
el0odx But what's this nowf Here
soues . seeaaa-and a third. Yes,
and a fourA-and a fifth. More come
Up from The side. HalIo-nore and
more. There's : whole squadron. I
count fourteen. sixteen. twenty, fly
ing up with regular intervals between.
with an advance guard and flank
guards
@Down below blares a trumpet. It's
the signal for everybody to clear out
Of the streets.
Bombs Roars Like Beast
ALREADY there is a rafting on
roofs and payements. Strapped bull
lets are coming down And now-and
| shall never forget tia fearful, hor-
fible crash, OF rather roar, like the
roar Of an animal Those fellows in
the air have dropped their first bomb.
another bomb. Then a voice of
command, Take aviation cover
Heroes Cellar that is the merry
name for the shelters prearranged for
such festive visits from the enemy.
But in spite of the jeer which the
name implies, nobody shrinks from
making use of the protection afforded
$50 we go down a narrow staircase
leading into a little corner. Under a
massive stone arch we have COM
Portable room-the captain, a first
lieutenant a staff surgeon, two lands
turn men, a college professor and
myself. There is ever an electric
light.
"But the racket and din outside get
worse and worse. The hideous row
comes nearer and nearer. Then a
fearful bang and roar. There must
have been an explosion quite close TO
US. The house and wen the massive
cellar arches tremble.
Like A Wild Storm.
ut is just as in a wild thunderstorm
when the thunder follows close at the
lightning's heels, one feels certain
that struck something quite close
And one feels just as d~efenseless
against such an aviation attack as one
is against the power of a thunder
storm.
Through the crannies of the cellar
there drifts in from the street some
thing misty. AT first one can't tell
whether it is smoke or dust, for the
light goes out. But as we breathe the
mist in we find it has a horrible but
not smoky taste.
"Bangl and bangl worse and
worse come the roars around us in
our Heroes Cellar. Next minute the
motel itself may be struck, and then
how are we going to get out of our
catacomb?
"But gradually the din becomes less.
The fellows have evidently gone.
Quickly up and out in the hope of still
seeing something. Yes, there they
are over the railway station which
is some distance off"
Houses on both sides of the doc
tors hotel had been struck by bombs.
In one the whole interior was wreck
ed, and it was from here, he says, that
strange mist came which penetrated
into his Heroes Cellar" Five of the
occupants had been killed. The mar
ket presented a horrible spectacle, a
number Of horses having been blown
to pieces and a number of soldiers
wounded.
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