Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1916-11-01

gimme the Jump. An 1t never shut
only when a star-lighter 'ud 30 hup.
Then that eyed go out Go out it did
I'd take a look then. an no eye
"Harfter bout w hours, 1 couldn't
STAN hit no longer. c rawled' hover an
'ad a look on me own. Crawlin' hover
h%everything L was, sticks an stones and
bOscheS.
AN then 1 'ad a larf, oh. I 'ad a larf.
Owing an owing l were. All alone.
'owling. . That v was a watch.
one of them shiny-faced watches. That
blighter. e 'ad the time a day, all right.
Illuminated dial, 1 says, 1 says. .
An i'm so dead e was cold, with all
them numbers burnin bright as fire on
is bloomin' wis.
An with that 1 went off-hit was in
me chest I'd been it. Kickin' hup some
thing orful hit were. Thought l was
goin' over. 'Bloomin' end 1 says.
They'll be buryin' me with Bosches.'
Get ms out all right? Rather. l
opened me eyes, an a nurse was arskin'
after me 'ealth. A bit of a cap she lad.
an red stripes. An pretty-my word!
From which. told me by a boy just
turned 10 by the slender margin of two
days, L learned Il very great deal about
the color of war.
Then the doctor came back for me,
dliu we went toSetnef lAto tHe next
Coach. And | saw while l was waiting
by tie door one of the sisters making
a new tourlquet for Il mans arm. Her
gray shoulder cape with it's broad GRIM
son band made a great splash of scarlet
against the white cot over which she
was bending. Some rather dreadful
things had happened to that mans
arm: / could see the ugly gashes in it.
spreading from the elbow. His bed,
which was at the end of the coach; the
dark blanket with the sheet turned
back over it in a deep hem, the inert,
relaxed bulk of the mans body, the
sisters starched cuffs-these things
were the very concentration of war. 1t
was such Il clear, brilliant picture: I
saw even the fine, frayed edges of the
aux as, fold by fold, the sister wound
it.
When the bandage was done the man
smiled andthanked her. His eye look
ing up into hers, We're extraordinarily
big and dark in his white face.
The Glory OF II.
1t was at this moment that 1 hap
pened to glance out of the little window
by which L was standing. We were
passing through a village; the matched
cottages were very close to the lines,
divided from them only by a low fence.
And all of the children from the cot
tages had come dow to the foot of the
gardens to see the ambulance train go
by. l saw three boys and a little girl
waving their hands n s%hrieking quite
soundless things.
And inside the coach a man with eyes
dark with pain was trying to whisper
his thanks to the sister who a just
made a new bandage for his arm.
Which was u n of the wonderful
things that 1 saw. For in each one
of those cots there was an epic of war,
Each and every one of those men had
had hic MART eyrnot NJ cY0o1l in tho Li-
offensive by which England has come
into her own. 1t was IL very fine and
splendid history they toll me, his his
tory of victory. And one among them
showed me certain spOils of war. He
told me how he had found them i'm an
under the ground. There were pictures
in it. even a mirror, a big mirror shat
tered into %Splinters in it's GOLD frame,
This dugout was filled with dead.
Poor DEVILS" said the man who told
me, "and not even IL priest to read over
them"
And so, listening to the story of war
given to me by men in whose eyes it
was written, l journey to London.
do not know how many hours it was
this trip l made. But when l returned
again to the forward compartment with
it's blue couches and it's bright flowers
l saw that we had come already to the
SAey AONs'S vi tAS w. I1lSy IOSc OH
either side. spreading out to the dim
sky, family illumined in the failing
light. Perhaps there were men on the
train who had come from some of the
very houses. L do not know. But
know that in each of them, in great or
small measure, the price of war had
been paid.
Well" said the doctor, "have you
seen cOurage?"
We were just coming under the
black roof of the station. saw he
side the platform the gray ambulanceS
with their crosses of red. Beyond, by
the ratings, a great crowd waited. !
knew there would be cheering and
splendid moments when the doors of
the white train were opened. But / was
thinking about all of the things / has
seen Of the orderlies coming and
going with their heavy stretchers, of
the great organization by which
wounded men are brought from the
trenches to the hospitals of England.
wa thinking of the terrible toll of war.
The train stopped. The doctor stood
up to tell me goodby. 1 thinked him
as best 1 could. There were many
things for which I wed him my grsti.
tude He had admitted me to a new
world. I he seen at other times. in other
places, h faith. the hope. the strength
which go into h making of war. But
in his world only had I found in ita
fullest measure the greatest of all these
things-the courage of Britain.
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