Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1917-04-12
TRAGEDY IN
FRANCE IS TOLD
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no. We came out to look-smoke
came from every s1de-they had set
fire to the house.
My mother said we shall have to
jump from the window into the gar
den. We could not get out by the
door because it faced the main road.
My mother jumped first-at the
same moment they shot at her. take
my small boyle was six months old.
He was in the little baby carriage
and had on only small skirt.
jumped next-they fired at me. At
the same time I jumped my husband
jumped with my small girl four years
old in his arms and they shot at him.
My father jumped last. Always
they kept On firing. My father and
mother fell close together, pierced by
bullets. My husband went little
ways and fell forward on his face
with my little girl under him.
And they kept on shooting. I did
not know what to do. I was crying
for mercy. showed them my chill
dren, but nothing could stop them.
With my little child on my arm I
went through the bullets, took the
child from under it's father without
being able to speak to him.
I crouched under the back of the
creek and crept into the cellar of a
justice of the peace who lived near.
Could Give No Help
There I passed an awful time. My
parents were burning in the house.
OF my mother two bones were left,
From the cellar where l. was / had
heard her cry and could give no help.
Except for the children I would have
risked life but for them I had to live.
If I went to look for my dear mar
tyred ones I might be killed. My hus-
band was mortally wounded but lived
till night, and lay there calling me
and my children. He was so nearly
dead he did not know where I or the
children were.
Buried in the Garden
The bodies remained on the ground
for three days before we were al
lowed to inter them. They were bur-
led in the garden, near the house,
where nothing remained. Everything
had been destroyed by fire, including
the cattle. Subsequently they (the
Germans) were repulsed by the
French at Lambong Con the 2Oth).
when the French retreated to Nor
LANCE. I was left destitute. Some
one gave me cart in which to put
my little boy and taking my little
girl by the hand we went on the high
ways, knowing not where, as the
trains were no longer running, and
there was no one left to help me, and
wanted to reach a village near the
woods where I would be safe. When
I reached the village they refused to
let me remain there. The French
soldiers insisted upon my leaving.
From there | went to Raon (Which is
Voges), from there to Rembervillers,
from there to Giccomt, passing many
other towns, sleeping when exhaust
ed on the way, on hay, in barns, or
cellars, and the warning cry was
"Save yourselves, all who can" as
they went on further continually. At
Guercurt my little girl was taken
very i'll. There were days when I
made 80 kilometers Us miles,. Poor
little thing, she made no complaint.
Occasionally I carried my little one
on one arm, and the older one in the
cart and pushed it with one hand, and
when the youngest one was better [
turned back to return to Bardonviller
as the Germans had left there. [
only seemed to encounter danger. I
have no idea how many days L had
been on the way. When I reached
Bandonvilla the Germans were adj
vancing for the third time, unable to
turn back. I was in a dilemma.
Imagine the situation! I was i'll
three days When they (the Ger
mans) captured the town where | was
and the French retook it at night.
During the tumult and battle among
the slain and many dead | managed
to save myself and my children in an
adjoining cellar, and when it was
calmer I started always on foot9 as
far as Nancy and reached there the
9th of October in a very delapidated
condition, walking in stocking feet
and my poor little one had bruised
and lacerated ones.
Condition Pitiabe