The Canon City record with which is consolidated the Canon City cannon., 1918-05-09

porai was sitting. rubbing q lump on
his forehead with his left hand. while
his right arm was bound up In blood
soaked bsndage. He was moaning
very loudly. i had an awful headache
and the skin on the left side of my
face was full of gravel and the blood
was trickling from my nose.
But that ambulance was turned over
in the ditch and was perforated with
holes from fragments of the shell One
OF the front wheels was slowly revolv-
ing. so couid not have been ~out" for
a long period.
The shells were still screaming over
head. but the battery had raised its
fire aud they were bursting in little
wood about half a Hiiis from us
Atwell spoke up. Il wish that Off
Ger hadn't wished us the best O. luck"
Then he commenced swearing.
couldn't help laughing. though my
head was nigh to bursting.
Slowly rising TO my feet / felt myself
all over To make sure that there were
.-Abrpken bones. Put outside Of q few
q. Uses and scratches I was all right
The corporal was still moaning. but
more from shock than pain A shell
splinter had gone through the flesh of
his right forearm Atweil and L. from
our first-aid pouches. put tourniquet
on his arm to stop the bleeding and
then gathered up our equipment
We realized that we were in a dan
gerous spot. At amy minute shell
might drop on the road and finish us
or The village We had left was not
very far. so we told the corporal he
had better go back to 1t and get his
arm dressed. and then report the fact
of the destruction of the ambulance to
the military police. He was well able
to wsIk. so he set OF In the direction
of the village. while Atweii and con-
tinued our way on foot
without further mishap we arrived
at our destination. and reported to bri-
zsde headquarters for rations and bill
lets.
That night we slept In the battalion
sergeant majors dugouf. The next
morning I went to first-aid post and
mad the gravel picked out of my face.
The instructions we received from
division headquarters read that We
were out to catch spies. patrol trenches
search German dead. reconnoiter in No
Mans Land. and take part in trench
raids and prevent the robbing of the
dead
/ had q pass which would allow me
to 20 anywhere at any time in the sec
tor of the line held by our division n
gave me authority to stop and search
ambulances. motor lorries. wagons and
my. suspicious deemed IL necessary.
Atweil and I were allowed to work To-
gether or singiy-it was left 20 our
judgment. We decided to team mp.
Atweil was a good companion and
very entertaining. He had an utter
Contempt for danger. but wns not fooa-
hardy. At swearing he was q wonder.
A cavalry regiment would have been
proud OF him. Though born in Eng
land. he had spent several years In
New York He was about six feet one.
and as strong rs an OK
We took up our quarters In . large
drgout Of the royal engineers. and
mapped out our future actions This
dugout was on. the edge Of q large
cemetery. and several times ut night
In returning to II. we got many q fall
stumbling over the graves OF English.
French and Germans. Atwell on these
occasions never INDUCED In swearing.
though at any other time. at the least
stumble, he would turn the air blue.
A certain section Of our trenches
was held by the Royal Irish rifles For
several days a very strong rumor went
the rounds that German spy was in
our midst. This Spy was supposed To
be dressed In the uniform of British
stan oficer. Several stories had been
told about an oficer wearing q red
band around his cap. who patrolied the
| front-line and communication trenches
asking suspicious questions as to loca-
ton Of batteries, machine-gun empiace-
ments, and trench mortars. II q shell
dropped in battery. on a machine gun
blamed.
The rumor gained such strength that
an order was issued for all troops to
Immediately place under arrest anyone
answering to the description Of the
spy.
Atwell and / were on the qui vive.
We constantly patroiled the trenches
at night. and even In the day. but the
spy always eiuded us.
One day while in a communication
trench. we were Mortified TO see our
brigadier general. Old Pepper, being
brought down It by big private of the
Royal Irish rides. The general was
walking In front. and the private with
fixed bayonet was following In the