The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-08-10

49,. 80 $3.50, =.
WINES Aees'0SAS HN -
great drops as II II were poured from
a huge sprinkling can with large
holes and as though it would never
stop. In the midst, of the terrible
noise my carriage proceeds .joltingly
but steadily through the INSTRUCTIONS,
along the 1monotonous road. Such
deso1ate road sort of via sacra,
leaning to tk6 Grin& 4 kuelbetween
twof rows Of tree skeletons
long line of trucks pass night and
day like the flowing waters of riv-
er. These are the heavy motor trucks.
painted all alike, a. vague blue color
that make them invisible in the dis
lance in this rainy, foggy weather.
Huge and heavy they leave the i'm.
print OF their wheels in the soil. The
buxxink OF the motors, the shock
whe6@tha-Whes1sss 81 = ka. as depression
In xhe noednoause a continuous noise
that fills the damp atmosphere. Load
ed with soldiers in blue "capotes" or
with projectiles and other tools Of
war, the trucks convey by the thous-
ands the smiling victims to the sub
lime holocaust. others. returning,
: bring back human debris with lie
still left in it. They are all In
hurry as though death were waiting
fmpadently for them. The chaufz
feurs OF our numberless machines.
wrapped up in goat skins, point out
to us as we go by the little yellow
skinned soldiers with the slanting
Chinese eyes such as used to see in
the Far East All! who would expect
to see these Annamites here in this
wtntry rain? Truly the world has
been turned topsy-it is a Babel
Gn 0f these trucks have mass
ed along this road day after day that
the trees that border the roadway
are scraped and worn OFF where the
vehicles on their uninterrupted march
have touched them.
The country on both sides of us
presents hideous. soul-gripping
spectacle. see nothing but upheav-
ed and soggy earth and pools of dirty
water under leaden sgy. There is
no little daylight when the sky is so
fun of rain that there is nothing to
ten what time 1t is You cannot tell
whether it is the middle of the day
or twilight
This much travelled road must be
repaired continually and at frequent
intervals the distractions of those
who are repairing 1t make travel on
this already congested road very diff
ficu1t. Each time that you approach
ones Of those barricades soldier
warns you Of the fact by waving a
red nag which drips with rain. Then
one Is compelled to hug one side of
the road and trucks and carriages,
coming and going, crowd up against
each other. causing an Undesirable
mtxup.
At one time the wheels of our car
are locked with those of an ambu-
lance on its way to a hospital base.
The ambulance is all closed in but 7
can see blood trickling from it, drop
bysdrQp, leaving a track OF small red
patfhe6. 1t fs as though the ambulance
were dropping a string ofSred beads
TO mark its progress; doubtless a sud
den hemorrage which some doctor Is
doing his utmost to stop. / have
met q number OF those vehicles in my
auto travels but never did see blood
pouring from them before.
Now we pass some hundreds of
German prisoners in gray coats, with
red sullen faces. They are coming
from hsfefrnnt inss charge of large,
good-natured, O0tstfangsLlooking fell
lows whossare covered from head to
foot in yellow oil-skins. What strange
shepherds who bring us this miser-
able flocki Under their yellow
pointed rain-hoods their, faces, which
peer out above the folds of their blue
scarfs are black as coal I have met