The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1916-01-20
REVIEW Of
BY KITCHENER
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Observation-Disclosures
Roar OF German Guns.

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lie was kindly man and in speaking
( English had discovered. as ! do when
/ speaking French. that II is simpler to
stick TO one gender. Ills choice was
the feminine, and the boche was de-
scribed to us as she" throughout. lie
made me think better of myself. which
Is the essence of friendship.
"0ur" Guns and Theirs"
We climbed flight of old stone steps.
for generations the playground Of lit
tie children. and found wrecked
church and battalion in billets recre-
ating themselves with excellent music
and a little horseplay ON the outer edge
of the crowd. The trouble In the hills
was none of their business for that
day.
Still higher up on the narrow path
among the trees stood a priest and
three or four officers. They watched
the battle and claimed the great bursts
Of smoke for one side or the other ut
the same time as they kept an eye on
the pickering aeroplane.
ours" they said. half under the
, breath.
"Theirs-no, not ours: that one was
theirs. That fool is banking too
steep. That's boche shrapnel.
They always burst 1t high. -
That's our big gun behind such and
such a hill. He'll drop his ma.
chine in the street If he doesn't take
care. - There goes trench sweep
er. Those last two were theirs,
but that"-it was full roar-"was
ours"
The valley held and increased the
sounds till they seemed to hit our hill
side like sea. \ change of light
showed village exquisitely penciled
atop a hill. with n reddish haze at its
feet.
What is that placer asked.
The priest replied in a voice as deep
as an organ:
THAT Is so and so. II Is In the
boche lines. Its condition is pitiable.
The thunders and the smokes rolled
up and diminished and renewed them
selves. but the small children romped
up and down the old stone steps. The
beginners aeroplane unsteadily chased
its owl shadow over the fields and the
soldiers I'm the billet asked the band
for their favorite tunes.
Germans Play "Tipperary."
Said the lieutenant Of local guarAs
as the cars went on:
"She play 'Tipperary"
And she did. to an accompaniment
Of heavy pieces in the hills. which fol-
lowed us into town all ringed with
enormous searchlights. French and
boche together. scowling at each other
beneath the stars.
II happened about that time that
Lord Kitchener. with General loire.
reviewed French army corps. We
came on 1t In vast dip of ground IN
der gray clouds as one comes suddenly
on water. for 1t lay out In misty blue
lakes Of men mixed with darker patch
es like reed beds and an underground
Of guns, horses and wagons. A straight
road cut the landscape in two. Along
its murmuring front II was as though
Cadmus had sown the dragons teeth,
not in orderly burrows but broadcast.
till. Mortified by what rose up. he had
emptied out the whole bag and fed.
But these were no new warriors. The
record of their mere pitched battles
would have satisfied Napoleon. Their
regiments and batteries had learned to
achieve the impossible as Il matter of
routine and In twelve months they had
scarcely for week lost direct contact
with death.
We went down the line and looked
into the eyes of those men with the
used bayonets and rifles, the packs that
could almost stow themselves on the
shoulders that would be strange with
out them. at the splashed guns ON their
repaired wheels and the easy working
limbers. One could feel the strength
and power of the mass rs one feels
the flush of heat from off II sunbaked
wall.
Generals See Troops.
When the generals cars arrived
there was no loud word or galloping
about The lakes of men gathered into
straight edged battalions, the batteries
aligned u little. n squadron refined back
or spurred up. but it was all rs shiftly
smooth as the certainty with which Il
man used TO the pistol draws and levels