The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-08-20

hard pressed though they were, they
were giving more than they got.
Bombs in the hands of such giant
as Carter, were but splaythings. When
he hurled them, death spread all
around.
A fight against such odds, however.
could have only one ending. Gradual
ly the gallant little band was pressed
back, but ere they finally retired. Car
ter, ever yenturesome, determined to
have one souvenir of the great adven-
ture he had undertaken. The Huns,
as usual, were well furnished with
machine guns. Why not have one Of
them? Carter, thinking naught Of,
the danger, thinking only that here,
at least, an enemy fang might be
drawn, raced forward towards a.
spluttering devil.
With a swing of his arm, his bomb
fell true. His revolver spoke behind
it, and the gunner lay weltering-,
Then a brief rush, sure, swift swoop
and he had the machine-gun hoisted
in his mighty arms, and was tearing
back triumphantly to the British
lines.
Safely he reached them, b hero of
the many heroes of that day. But
although no doubt proud Of his tro-
ply he was not content to rest on the
fine laurels he had won. His comrades
were still fighting hard and feverish-
ly for their objective. Everywhere a
bitter struggle was raging, for the
Huns were determined that this
strong vantage point should not pass
from their hands. If it did. IL meant
another step forward for the British,
another and a better jumping off
place for the big leap they were to
take And so the battle RACED fast
and furious, and all along the line the
gallant Sussex were slowly but surely
pushing forward. Nothing the enemy
could do could keep the brave
''Southdowns'' back.
Suddenly, amid the wild welter of
the battle, Carter had his attention
drawn to comrade lying in agony
between the opposing lines. His big
htart was touched by the pitful
spectacle, and he determined, what
ever the risks, that he would endeav-
or to bring him in. 1t was terrible
task fated almost inevitably to end
in failure, for the fusilades from
rifles and machine-guns were sweep
ing over the intervening space with
all the fury of flashing storm. But
Carter rocked naught of danger or
even Of death. Twas sufficient for
him that chum was in agony. While
there was life there was hope, and IL
the sufferer could be rescued, then
Over the parapet he leaped, and,
with rush, he was out and away
amid the frightful showers of lead.
How he escaped being shot down at
the very outset seemed a miracle.
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nearer and nearer he got, and at last,
after an agony Of suspense among
his watching comrades in the
trenches, he reached the spot. A mat
ter of seconds and he had raised the
wounded man in his strong and tender
arms; matter of seconds more and
he had him hoisted on his back; and
then. his face turned homewards, he
,, was once again with mighty. hurried
strides, making for the safety and
the shelter of his own lines.
Was he then content? Nay Other
sufferers were lying out there where
the bullets Missed and spat. Carter
| knew it. He had seen them. A surge
of compassion swept over him. He
was yet sound and strong. He would
carry on with his sublime mission
until it was completed. And so,
throughout that terrible afternoon he
again and yet again sailed forth,
again and yet again he repeated his
marvellous deeds until seven of the
fallen Suffolks had been brought
back to the solicitous care of their
, comrades. Had it been mere est
of strength, he might have carried on
all day, for he was veritable giant.
not only in muscular development
but in his staying powers. But 1t was
not to be- His splendid task was to
remain unfinished. From out that
awful storm sped at last the fatal
drop, and Carter, bravest' of the
brave, fell in the moment Of his hub