Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-04-10
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Bv An American Soldier
Who Went
ARTHUR GUY EMPEY
Machine Gunner Seroing In France


Machine Cunne, Se,oing In France
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I-Fired by the news Of the
sinking Of the Lusitania by a German
eanes is oce in Jersey az GV snd
goes to England where he enlists In the
British army.
CHAPTER II-After a period Of train
Ice and soon finds himself in rest billets
somewhere in France" where he first
int Coolies"
CHAPTER III-Empey attends his first
church services at the front while Ger
man Fokker circles over the congregation
CHAPTER 1v-Empey's command goes
INTO the front-line trenches and is under
DIRE for the first time.
CHAPTER X-Empey learns to adopt
the motto of the British Tommy, IF you
Are going to get it, you'll get it. SO never
worry"
CHAPTER vI-Back in rest bil1ets. EN-
pey gets his first experience as a mess
CHAPTER W1-Empey learns how the
British soldiers are fed.
CHAPTER vIII-Back in the front-line
trenches "go West"
CHAPTER Ix-Empey makes his first
visit to a, dugout in Suicide Ditch"
CHAPTER x-Empey learns what con-
ytitutes days work" In the front-nne
CHAPTER xtEmpey goes --ovor the
top for the first time in charge on the
German trenches and is wounded by
bayonet thrust.
CHAPTER XII-Empey joins the ''sui-
eide club as the bombing squad is called.
Cr1ArTEr KIN Each Tommy gets an
official bath.
CHAPTER x1v-Empey helps dig an
advanced trench under German fire.
CHAPTER XV-On Listening post In
No Mans Land.
CHAPTER XVI-Two arti1lerymeE
pn$ Vs~* vn Old Pepper. their regim
,Jr1ss. .asl'iA,r-
"That night the captain sent for US.
With fear and trembling we went to
his dugout. He was alone. After sa-
luting we stood at attention in front
of him and waited. His say was short.
Don't you two ever get it into your
heads that Morse is q dead language.
I've known it for years. The two Of
you had better get rid Of that nervous
habit of tapping transmitters; It's dan
gerous. That's ALL
1--WE saluted and were just going out
the door of the dugout when the cap
"'Smoke Goldfakes? Yes? Well,
there are two tins of them on my table.
Go back to the battery, and keep your
tongues between your teeth. Under
standY
1--WE understood.
"For five weeks afterwards our bat
terry did nothing but extra fatigues.
We were satisfied and SO were the
men. 1t was worth 1t to put one over
on Old Pepper, to say nothing of the
injury caused to Fritz feelings"
When Wilson had finished his story
I looked up and the dugout was
TANNED. An artillery captain and two
officers had also entered and stayed
for the finish. Wilson spat out an
enormous quid Of tobacco, looked up,
saw the captain, and got as red as
carnation. The captain smiled and
left. Wilson whispered to me:
"Blime me, Yank, I see where click
for crucifixion. That captain is the
same one that chucked us Goldfakes
in his dugout and here I have been
'chucking me weight about in his
hearing"
Wilson never clicked his crucifxion.
Quite a contrast to Wilson was an
other character in our brigade named
Scott; we called him "Old Scotty" on
account of his age. He was f1fty-seven,
although looking forty. "Old Scotty''
had been born In the Northwest and
had served in the Northwest Mounted
police. He was typical cOwpuncher
and Indian fighter and was dead shot
with the rifle, and took no pains to
disguise this fact from us. He used to
take care of his rifle as if it were a
baby. In his spare moments you could
always see him cleaning it or polish
Ing the stock. Woe betide the man
who by mistake happened to get hold
of this rifle; he soon found out his
error. Scott was as deaf as mule,
and 1T was amusing at parade to watch
him in the manual of arms, slyly
glancing out of the corner of his eye
at the man next to him to see what
the order was. How he passed the
doctor was mystery to US; he must
have bluffed his way through, because
he certainly was independent Beside
him the Fourth of July looked like
Good Friday. He wore at the time a
large sOmbrerO, had Mexican stock
saddle over his shoulder, a lariat on
his arm, and ''forty-five" hanging
from his hip. Dumping this parapher-
MALTA on the floor he went up to the
recruiting officer and shouted: "I'm
from America, west of the Rockies,
and want to join your id army.
I've got no use for German and can
shoot some. At Scotland Yard they
turned me down; said was deaf and
so am. I don't banker to ship in with
a ID underwriting outfit, but the
cavalry's full, so I guess this regi-