The Mena weekly star., 1917-08-09
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Story of the Tank, Here We Are Again." and Its Fight With the Germans.
From The Arkansas Gazette.

 gUmenl either for or against prohi- bition. Instead, it is an extract from the most stirring chapter of that most stirring book, Grapes of Wrath, by Boyd Gable, published by E. ?. Dutton X Go. New York.
 Boyd Cable is just the man to tell such a story. Before he turned his hand to writing he had tried mak- ing his living in many and various ways. He had been seaman, type writer agent, steamer fireman, office manager, hobo, farmland, gold pros pector, coach driver, navy engineer and many other things. His life had been spent in constant travel and adventure, and when, in 1914, hos- tlities broke out in Europe, he of fered his services to England, and was one of the first men not in the regular army to be commissioned and sent to the front.
 Soon after Kentucky reioined them the Stonewalls were moved forward little clear of the village they had helped to take, just as one or two heavy shells from the Ger man guns whooped over and dropt crashing on the ground that had been theirs. The men were spread out along the shell holes and told to dis in for better cover, because a bit of redoubt on the left flank had been taken and bullets were failing in enfllade from it.
 The two commenced wearily to- cut out with their trenching tools a couple of niches in the side of the crater which would give them pro- lection from the flank and rear bull lets. They made reasonably secure cover and then stayed to watch a hurricane bombardment that was developing on the redoubt. The gunners 'smacked them about with 10 savage minutes deluge of light and heavy shells, plotting out the redoubt in a whirlwind of fire flashes, belching smoke clouds and dust haze. Then suddenly the tenn pest ceased to play there, lifted and shifted and fell roaring in wall of fire and steel beyond the low slope which the redoubt crowned.
 With past knowledge of what the life and the further barrage meant the two men in the shell pit turned and eraned their necks and looked out along the line.
 There they go, said Pug sud- denly. and attacking around a half circle. said Kentucky The British line was curved in horseshoe shape about the redoubt and the two, being out near one of the points, could look back and watch clearly the infantry attack launch- ing from the center and halfway round the sides of the horseshoe. They saw the khaki figures running heavily, scrambling round and thru the scattered shell holes, and pres ently. as a crackle of rifle fire rose and rose and swelled to a sullen roar with a quick, rhythmic chatter of machine guns beating thru it, they saw also the figures stumbling and falling, the line thinning and shredding out and wasting away un- der the whitening fire. They saw the advanced fringe of the line, woefully thinned and weakened, come to the edge of the barbed wire and try to force a way thru it.
 Wits all the bugg about be'ind us? said Pug suddenly, raising him. self for quick look over the cover ing edge of earth behind him. and in the act of dropping again stopped and stared with gaping mouth.
 Kentucky also stayed staring in amazement. Toward them, numbering and rolling, dipping heavily into shell holes, heaving clumsily out of them. moving with a motion something between that of half-sunken ship and a hamstrung totad, stripped and splashed and handed from head to foot, pr if you prefer, from fo'c'sl-head to cutwater. with spashes of lurid color. came His Maiesty's Land Ship Here We Are
 "Gor-strewthh calculated Pug. Wha-what is it? Let's gerrout of here. It's comin' over atop of us, and he commenced to scramble clear.
 But light of understanding was dawning on kentueky's face and a wide grin growing on his lips. It's one of the Tanks he said. and gig gled aloud as the Here We-Are dipped her nose and slipped head first into a huge she'll crater in lu- dicrous likeness to squat bull pup sitting back in it launches and dragged into a hole, and he and Pug laughed aloud together as the Here We-Are's face and gun port eyes and bent elbow driving gear appeared above the crater rim in still more ndicrous resemblance to an amazed toad emerging from a rain barrel. The creature numbered past them. taking in is stride the narrow trench dug to link up the shell holes. and the laughter on Kentueky's lips died to thoughtfully serious lines as his eve caught the glint of fat, vi- cious-iookine gun muzzles peefing from their ports.
 " Flaw haw, guffawed Pug, as the monster nrched drunkenly checked and steadied itself with one foot poised over deep hole, halted and backed away and edged nervously round the rim of the hole. Fifty yards in the wake of the Here We-Are line of men followed up