The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-01-14
TAKES PASSAGE ON
LARGE AUTO TRUCK
Gives Vivid Glimpses Of Scenes in War
Torn Region; Bleak Landscape With
Patches Of Snow; Frozen
Soldier is FoBnd
(By William G. Shepherd, United Press
Staff Correspondent

starr CoreSpOndent)
SALONlKI, Dec. 13.-(By Mail.)--
Two huge baskets, filled with wicker
covered bottles of Chianti wine, from
among which peeped the white necks
of champagne bottles, made up our
supply of travelling provisions when
cur party of correspondents set out
for the Anglo-French front in Serbia.
True, indeed, there was a small pack
age for each man--boiled eggs, cold
beef with tiny paper packets of salt
and pepper-but these were so small
we were able to carry them in our
pockets.
This was an Italian scheme of pro-
visions. We had left to two Italian
journalists-a newspaper man in Italy
is always a journalist-the task Of
purchasing our food supply. We didn't
know, as We pulled out of the staticn
on a rattly military train, that we were
going forward to witness the begin
ming of an ally retreat. Before us was
Krivolak, wnere the French had fought
SO long and so hard with their Seven
ty-fives," and General Sarrail had told
us that we should see Krivolak and
the fighting there.
At the British Front.
Before us was the British front, made
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the heIls fire Of the Dardanelles. Be-
fore us were all the thrilling things to
see that the war affords.
We got out of the train at little
railroad station on the shore of Lake
Dorian and found ourselves in the
midst Of British troops. I've used the
name of the lake, though before we
started out we were told that we must
not mention the names Of places in our
stories. But nine days have changed
all that. The Bulgarians have all these
places now. 1t is no secret.
An English captain met us.
"Haye you automobiles for these
correspondents? asked our French
lieutenant guide.
mot one" said the British cap
tain, unless they wait to ride on this
load of hay" He pointed to big auto
truck half loaded with bales of British
hay Into the truck we piled with hale
dozen English Tommies giving us
lifts. Just as we started off they
cried, marble Arch, Holburn Circus,
Bank, Elephant and Castle"
1t was a cockney's way of saying,
Houston street only" or West Farm
express" :.
No Sign of Retreat.
We hadn't seen a sign of retreat.
The British captain got onto a fine
horse and rode along beside us. The
road skirted the lake-a circle of water
three miles across-and scores of odd
" dressed Greeks and Serbians peas
ants got cut of our way as we rolled
along through mud, hugging our oblong
seats Of hay. Everywhere we're British
plodding through the mud, riding
heavy draught horses, sitting by road
/ side fires.
"Great fish in this lake." said the
British captain, riding up behind the
motor truck. perch, country round
here famous for them. Having some for
dinner tonight in my mess"
"These ducks ought to be good,
said one of our party pointing to the
reeds where thousands of birds floated-
"Not ducks" he said. "Some sort oc
blackbird. Don't know whether they're
good or not. Going 10 try some Of them
n our mess tonight, too"
Good horse you've got theve."
"Polo pony. Splendid Old standby.
Been at Ranelagh many a time"
Ranlaugh! And this void Greek lake.
1t would be like taking Piping Rock
horse to Vera Cruz
"Where's Hay coIng?"
Still not a sign OF retreat that We
knew nothing about.
"Where Is this hay gcingg" some ona
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