The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1917-01-12

hundred negro shell filters who live in New York and Brooklyn This is known as the Dixie special, and takes the negroes home at night again. The tracks are kept pretty busy. Some of the cars of the Dixie Special were on a. siding a quarter of mile away. Their windows were broken.
 Shells Twist Steel Rails.
 Shells by the thousands dropped upon the steel raifs of the line, warp ing and twisting them out of shape. Some of them were bent as though they were of copper wire.
 Wireless messages were flashed from the Hoboken headquarters of the Lackawanna to all train crews which might be near ring Kingsland to stop their trains at once, or take other divisions of the road
 Throughout all of the countryside during the rest of the afternoon and evening there was a reign of terror. On hill, overlooking the inclosure of the intuition company. were about 200 housesA in which dwelt the fam lilies of some of the Italian and Slav workmen. The first volley of shells began to pierce these houses and their occupants took to the roads in wild fright, carrying and leading chil- dren and making for the nearest points that they thought might be safe shelter. It was we'll they did, too, for by last night nearly all these shanties had been shot full of holes.
 One woman, suffering from diph- theria. was carried out by rescuers who braved a shower of<shells.
 Stood for Hours in a Creek.
 One man, an employe of the muni- tion plant, was taken to 8 Newark Hospital last night nearly dead of ex- posture. He said the safest place he q uld find in a hurry was the rear of stone outbuilding just beyond the border of the enclosure. Behind this place was creek, the water of which came almost to his shoulders. He stood in the water from the time of the bombardment began until after g o'clock at night.
 The streets of the towns of Kings land and Lynhurst, nearest to the scene ee the explosion, were emptied soon after the first bangings were heard Hundreds of persons fled un der the nearest roof they could find and remained in their strongholds un- til the bombardment slackened.
 Just after the fire started and while hundreds of the negro employees were crouching behind the railroad tracks, a freight train came along, running slowly. They boarded this by the score, preferring the chance of falling under the wheels to being struck by the steel shower. that was sprinkling about them.
 One of these is Clement Joseph of 174 Myrtle { avenue, Brooklyn, who worked in the shell filling department. placing T. N. T. in the empty cast ings:
 T got my gas mask with me as souveniE, and that's, all have got" he said. When heard somebody yell fire. beat it out of the shop and just naturally waded through all those barbed wires. I didn't care if r got cut or not. That wasn't any place for Clement, believe me.
 Mister, they. can't tell me that this whole war in Europe makes any more noise or showers any more shells around that blowout up at Kinesland. IT It does, I don't want to be sol- dier."
 The s0-acre ammunition plant is a scared and blackened ruin today. swept by flames and plowed by shells. The fire still smoldered in spots but the f1remen who stood helpless at a safe distance last night, closed in on the ruins caustlously
 The loss estimated today at more than $4,o0O,ooo, is accounted for al- most entirely by the destruction of shells which the company loads at this plant for the Russian govern ment