Rogue River courier. (Grants Pass, Or.) 19??-1918, 1916-01-20

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censored story OF the allied retreat
from Serbia. The previous instill
ment described the picture of Shop
herd and other correspondents FOL
the Anglo French front In Serbia
Editor,)
BY VIM, G. Shepherd,
Salonitd, Dec. live smashed
Iup wagonload of refugees as w
went along. II was one OF those pitt
ful carloads OF household goods
with an old woman and y baby sitting
on the pile and the younger ant
stronger members OF the family plod
ding along In the mud before ol
alongside the two oxen. As W,
turned down the road. the perplexet
peasants turned the oxen and headet
for a roadside ditch. The unusua
sight OF an automobile seemed 4
frenzy them. A woman and a mar
stuck the oxen with sticks, The
wheels went down with a crash and
everybody screamed. The old wo
man held up the baby in her arms
The body OF the wagon settled down
into the ditch on Its side. Gently
the old woman and the baby slid on
into the mud. Beside the road was
a camp OF British engineers. and we
saw them fiocking by scores from
their tents to the scene OF the house
hold wreck. BY the time we had
passed fifty or more Of the parties Of
refugees we knew that somewhere
ahead the retreat was under way,
As we went along the mountain roads
In the French ambulance, we knew
how comfortable a wounded man
might be In such q car. In addition
to the spring Of the pneumatic tires
there were the springs OF the car It
self. The stretcher seats on which
we sat were hung by third series OF
springs from steel bars which were
suspended from the ceiling Of the car
by spiral springs. The motion OF
the ambulance, except for a slight
swaying, was almost imperceptible.
Just when we were marvelling at
the comfort at which we were travel
ing and comparing our situation with
that OF the sad line OF refugees. there
was terrific explosion at the road
side and the shrek of she'll. A
shell drills tunnel through the air.
and through this tunnel the echoes OF
the whistling of the shell jar and
clash and mix In one long whine. The,
shell we heard was leaving us.
Through the ambulance window we
saw first a cloud OF smoke and then
the outline OF huge gun, which
stood at least eight feet above the
ground on giant wheels and had
mouth that a man could have put
his head into. The great cannon
stood within Is feet OF the road, but
it was so cleverly sheltered and hid
den by decorations of holly that We
had not seen it.
Lets get out and photograph it,"
said one correspondent.
Not here" said our lieutenant
guide. The Bulgars are across the
valley and If we stop long enough to
give them our range they will fire
at us sure"
The road was cut along the face Of
a hill. Below us was the valley OF
Costorino and four miles away, be-
yond the valley, we're other hills like
ours, where the Bulgar artillery was
hidden.
Just quarter of mile further on
and we reached the shelter Of turn
in the road. The huge English gun
behind us kept splitting out its roar
ing challenges across the valley. BY
the watch 1t was possible to hear the
whine OF It's shells for six seconds;
the whine always ended in deep,
dull roar where the shell had broken
some five or six miles away.
When we tumbled out Of the am
Ifbulance we saw narrow ravine rum
ming behind a hill. There we're tents
and dug-outs on It's sides This was
secret / could not have told two
weeks ago. But 1t does not matter
now. The Frenchmen have all gone
from the ravine. Hill No. SIG, which
sheltered them. belongs to the Bull
garians now and the battlefield OF
the Valley of Costorino is quiet and
peaceful again, miles behind the Bull
garian battle line.
But now It was battlefield. A
cannon on the top Of the hill roared.
Another cannon farther away roar
ed. The British cannon behind us
roared. They we're all ally cannon.
And then came different sound. II
was a shrek that did not grow less
with the passage Of seconds, but loud
er. Look into the sky above you;