New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-09-09

Lieutenant GVdudouJ continues no o|-
periences in Maunourys army from the
point reached in the instatment printed
last Sunday. The German line IS IN 70
treat and the French army northeast OF
Paris is pushing to,1card in the general
direction Of SCISSORS.
On the Aisne, Thursday, Sept. 10, 1914.
The Germans have invoked the aid OF fog
cold and rain-snythng that may check the
pursuit for a few moments. Are we giving
chase, or are We not? Dawn is coming on,
and we are getting restless. Fortunately, we
find ourselves before a comfortable middle.
class house which smuses US for an hour or
SO. First, We rest our backs against it, then
we inspect il with as much curiosity rs would
our descendants in the thirtieth century,
walking about through the rooms in groups.
Here Is a room with sideboards; here IS
where they dined. In another room, two
beds; evidently they slept there. third
room contains a tall lamp and upholstered
furniture-the scene Of intimate family gath
eripgs where the weather was discussed. We
slip on the waxed floors, just as one slips IN
II museum; we revive the recollectons OF
childhood in the shadowy pantry, in the well
of the staircase, dark rooms which reveal
long forgotten films. Coming out we see
brown fields where Territorial, trying to
hasten his work under stress of the mobilizs-
ZION, broke two ploughs and left them stick
ing in the Garth
For Victory
The Goth Regiment swings past US bound
for Creepy -en-Valois, the band leading anc
setting a pace which brings murmurs from
The rear. The musicians, who were carrying
the wounded all last week, find their instru
ments light by comparison. Colonel Mac
Mahon rides ahead. We pretend TO be sur
prised at this.
"Hello SO you've still got your colonel
have YOU"
They reply, alphabetically, that he has been
lightly wounded.
Of again. We cut across the pic .gh I'd
! fields in order to get past the rest Of the
/ brigade on the Gondreville hishroad. An
other halt The general calls for the colonies
and majors; captains and ieutenants answer
the summons. These latter, coming back, call
in turn for company and platoon comman-
ders; sergeants, corporals and even prIvates
present themselves. Maps are distributed to
the officers On map No. 50 the place where
our fighting took place is no longer visible
We see the forest of Villers-Cotterets, v
shaped, "the first letter Of the word Victory"
says the general, who scans the forests on
the other maps for the rest of the word
in vain. We advance again. On the banks
beside the road lie big mushrooms, uprooted;
others, much smaller, stand erect They have
grown there since the Germans passed.
Gondreyille. Strsddled on the top of a wal.
ride two urchns, who wave their hats and
urge forward their imaginary steed whenever
a horscman goes by. One feels, somehow
that on the other side of the wall some BIG
person has hold of their feet and keeps them
from tumbling off, On the balcony of for
ester's house stand two small girls. Are the
villagers trying to accustom us, little by little
TO the sight of civilians by showing US their
children first? They call to US, throw US
bacon and bread. The cannon are laundering
ahead "Oh, that's nothing! It's only the
battle ending" cry the little girls. They
Jump up and down with excitement. They
stretch their hands through the railing in
order 20 touch our hands; then their arm.
come through, then their shoulders. As we
90 by we pull their hair gently, make believe
get tangled in it in order to stop moment
and squeeze their tiny noses, pinch their
cheeks.
The cannon never stop. We stumble into
the cavalry, which has come TO a halt ooh,
that's nothing" the little girls are probably
thinking, "it's only the battle beginning
again" As we sit in the moss, exhausted, we
call in the services Of Are to enliven US. We
pour coal oil on a nest Of wasps and touch a
match to it. We pour out the powder from
some German cartridges and set it Off. We
light the corner of three months-old news
paper which Jalicot is reading. Fire is the
| only gsyety, the only fooling We have at hand
and, as matches are scarce, we must needs