The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1918-08-08

and painless death" it would have been
o to the point.
When we had read our instructions
we knew we were in for 1t good and
plenty.
What Atwell said is not fit for pub
LEGATION, but I strongly seconded his
opinion Of the war, army and divisional
headquarters in general.
After a bit u spirits rose. We were
full-fledgedc spy-catchers, because our
instructions and orders. said so.
We Immediately reported to the
nearest French estaminet AND had sew
eral glasses Of muddy water, which
they called beer. After drinking our
beer we left the estaminet and hailed
an empty, ambulance.
After showing the driver our passes
we got in. The driver was going to the
part of the line where we had to re-
port.
How the wounded ever survived a
ride in that ambulance was inexplica-
BILE to me. It was worse than riding on
a gun carriage over a rock road.
The driver of the ambulance was a
corporal Of the R. A. M. c., and he
had the "wind up" that is, he had an
aversion to being under fire.
l was riding on the seat with him
while Atwell was sitting in the. anlbu-
lance, with his legs hanging out Of the
back.
AS we passed through a shell-de.
stroyed village a mounted military po-
liceman stopped us and Informed the
driver to be very careful when we got
out on the open road, as 1t was very
dangerous. because the Germans lately
had acquired the habit of Smelling it,
The corporal asked the trooper if there
was any other way around, and was
Informed that there was not. Upon
this he got very nervous and wanted to
turn back, but we insisted that he pro
coed and explained to him that he
would get into serious trouble with his
commanding officer If he returned
without orders; we wanted to ride
not walk.
From his conversation we learned
that he had recently come from Eng
land with a draft and had never beer
under fire, hence his nervousness.
We convinced him that there was no
much danger, and he appeared great!
relieved.
When We at last turned into the ope1
road i've were not so confident. Or
each side there had been a line O.
trees. but now, all that was left o.
them were torn and battered stumps
The fields on each side Of the roat
were dotted with recent shell holes
and we passed several in the road it
self. We had gone about half a mil,
when a shell came whistling through
the air and burst in a field about tire,
hundred yards to our right. Another
soon followed this n and burst OF
the edge Of the road about four hun
dred yards in front Of us.
I told the driver to throw in hi
speed clutch, as we must be in sigh
Of the Germans. I knew the signs
that battery was ranging for us, ant
the quicker we got out Of Its one o
fire the better. The driver was trem
bling like a leaf, and every minute
expected him to pile us up in the ditch
I preferred the German fire.
In the back Atwell was holding ont
the straps for dear life. and was sing
ing at the top of his voice:
We beat you at the Marine,
We beat you at the Aisns.
We gave you hell at Neuve Chapelle.
And here W. are again.
Just then we. hit a small shell hol
and nearly capsized. Upon a lou
yell from the rear I looked behind, an
there va Atwell sitting in the middl
of the road, shaking his fist at US. Hi
equipment. which he had taken OF
upon getting into the ambulance. wa
strung out on the ground, and his riff
was In the ditch.