The daily Alaskan., 1917-09-18

TOT < new aaysnce, anu We werE only temporarily established on ground which we had but recently taken after long drumming with big guns. The trenches. ware merely shell holes con nectel by dituhes. Our old and uhiQui- tous and varlously useful frtand. the sandbag, was not present in any ca pacity, and therefore We had no para pets OF dugouts. The communication trenches were all blown in, and every thing had to come to us overland, with the result that we never were quite sure when We would get ammunition, rations or relief forces. The most aw- tpl thing was that the soil all about us was filled with freshly buried men. If We undertook to cut trench or en- large a funk hole our spades struck Into human flesh and the explosion of big shell along our line sent decom- posed and .dismembered and sickening mementos of an earlier fight shower tng umung us. We lived in the muck and stench Of glorious" war, those of us who lived.
 The German Dugout-ana What
 They Found.
 Here and therc along this fine were the abandoned dugouts of the Ger mans, and we made what use of them we could, but that was little. 1 had orders one day to locate dneout and prepare 1t for nse as battalion head quarters. When led a squad tn to clean 1t up the odor was so oEerpowef- Ing that we had to put on our gas masks. On entering We first saw two dead nurses with our ghastty fash lights, one standing with her arm around a post, just as she had stood when gas or 6oncusslen killed her. Seated at q table in the middle of the place wns the body of sn old general of the German medical corps, his head fallen between his hands. The task of cleaning up was too dreadful for us. We just tossed in four or five rumite bombs and beat 1t out ot there. A few hours later we went Into the scared and empty cavern. made the roof safe with new timbers and noh- fed battallOn headquarters that the place could be occupied.
 During this time witnessed scene which, with some others I shall never forget. An old chaplain of the Cana dian forces came to our trench section seeking the grave of his ROn, which had been marked fer him on a rude map by an officer who had seen the young mans burial We managed to find the spot, and at the old chaplain's request we exhumed the body. Some Of us suggested to him that he give Us the identification marks and retire out of range of the shells which were bursting all around us. We argued that 1t was unwise for him to remain ln danger, but what we really intended was that be should be saved the horror of seeing the pititul thing which our spades were about to uncover.
 "I shall remain" was all he Said He was my boy"
 It proved that we had found the right body. One of our men tried to clear the features with his handker- chief, but ended by spreading the handkerchief over the face. The old chaplain stood beside the body and removed his trench helmet, barring his gray head to a drizsle of rain that was falling. Then while we stood by sS- lenuy his voice rose hmid the noise of bursting shells, repeating the burial service of the Church of England 1 Aave never been so impressed by any thing in my life as hS that scene.
 The dead man was a young captain. Re had been married to lady of Bal timore tNst befoEe the outbreak of the war
 Fhe philosophy of the British Tom mics and the Canadians and the Aus tFahaRs on the SomAe was a remark able reflection of thdr 6ae courage through all that hell. They went about their work paying no attention to the flying death about them.
 If Fritz has a shen with your name and number on It," said a British Tom my to me one day, you're going to get It. whether you're in the front line or seven miles back; if he hasn't, you're n1l right"
 Fine AghteTs all. Ana the Scotch kilieS, lovingly called by the Germans 'the women from he'll" have the re- spect of ell armies. We saw httls df the poIlus, except a few on lsaYa An the men are self sacrificing to one an- other in that big melting pot from which SO few ever emerge whole. The only things 1t Is legitimate To steai in the code Of the trenchRA arc rum and flags" tcigRrettesl, ETery other pos session is as ssfe As if fl Eore a patent lock.
 TAe afth articls of this remarkable personal narrative will appear soon. It Is entitled:
 No. R-Wsundea In Aetlen.
 This article describes the terrible aIht, the dead and dytNE. the toRs oE . psl and tho final faNtop nF AFnfyffDSonk kn SGa