The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-10-14
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"Yes. I've heard"
 Worth streetr' an officers voice warned. s'The next is ours, boys. Brooklyn bridge"
 Did that mean marching on the sur face again or going fn cars exposed to fire? Why couldn't every one stay in the subway? It went to Brooklyn safe deep down under the river. The train stopped and every one got out. The battalion started up to the street. The shells! They were bursting ceaselessly' just above. The concussion of them battered down the subway stairs and the noise above WIS awful Not only the shells-screams also and cries of men in panic, terrified, beaten.
 Forward boys! Come on, every body! Forward!'
 Smoke black, binding smoke, hot and scorching- -eddied down into the subway. The battalion struggled through it. There was fight at the top of the stairs. Soldiers were trying to turn back men who were crushing to get into the subway. They strug- gled and swore, The battalion brought help to the guards and cleared the stairs. Company F, following Company B, came out to the street. The end of Brooklyn bridge lay before thcm, shrouded in the smoke which rose from the tenement blocks which were burn ing From the smoke men staggered and stumbled-men in uniform and rsa vxyffh guns, and others without uniform or rife, but wearing the arm bands and the brown shirts of. American recruits. Shells burst above them and scurried them on. These were not the monster shells which had been striking further up in the city. These were smaller and came much quicker and burst with two different sorts of detonation. One sort made little noise. The other burst with shock and roar of the same type, only much less, as the shock of the shell which had dazed the battalion.
 "Shrapnel that! And that's high ex- plosivev'
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 Column fours! Column foursr the company officers were begging. "For- ward! Forward, men! Marchw
 A bugle blew the signal over and over again. The battalion moved slow ly toward the bridge. Shrapnel and the quick, ceaseless high explosive shells were bursting above Company F now
 "Oh, I'm hit!' The soldier who cried it caught at Jim's shoulder and
 ragged there. Beyond him another man went. down without cry or gasp. He just crumpled, and the man march ing behind stepped on the body before he knew 1t.
 Forward, men! Forward! You've got to come on! Oh, come on, you towards! For Illinois, boys! Come on! Come on! Never mind the wounded. Don't look at the dead! Come on, boys! Forward! Come on!'
 Never mind the wounded! That meant--for Jim Ashby-that he must free himself from the fingers of the man clasping his shoulders. He must let the man fall on his face in the street.
 "Ashbyw Winslow, the captain, ap- |, ,pealed to him because he was cor poral At least be had uniform, Help bring up those men! Forward! Make 'em come on"
 Jim freed himself from the wounded man and laid him, grooming and grop- ing, on his back in the street.
 "Come on, boysw Most of Company r faltered forward little. For the moment the shells were worse behind than in front The company advanced further. Winslow's voice cried in praise: That's the stuff, boys! Don't let the New Workers think we're afraid. Come on, nowr
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