The Robesonian., 1918-07-22

In the direction Of the German road.
/ also strained my eyes watching that
target Four black clouds of dust rose
up right in the middle of the German
column. Four direct hits-another
record for D 23S.
"The shells kept on whistling over
head, and I had counted twenty-four
of them when the firing suddenly
ceased. When the smoke and dust
clouds lifted the destruction on that
road was awful. Overturned limbers
fleeing in all directions. The road and
roadside were spotted all over with
little field gray dots, the toll Of our
guns.
'The captain, in his excitement. had
slipped off the sandbag, and was on
his knees in the\mud, the glass still at
his eye. He was muttering to himself
and slapping his thigh with his disen-
gagged hand. At every slap a big
round juicy cuss word would escape
from his lips followed by:
"'Good. Fine! Marvellous! Pretty
Work! Direct hits ALL
"Then he turned to me and shouted:
Wilson, what do you think of it?
Did you ever see the like of it in your
life? D-n fine work, I call it.
"Pretty soon look of wonder stole
over his face and he exclaimed:
"'But who in hi gave them the
order to fire. Range and everything
correct, too. I know I didn't. Wilson,
did 1 give you any order for the bat
terry to open up? Of course 1 didn't,
did Z?
Il answered very emphatically, No,
sir, you gave no command. Nothing
went through this post. I am abso-
lutely certain on that point, sir
"'Of course, nothing went through
he replied. Then his face fell, and he
muttered out loud:
"'But, by Jove. wait till Old Pep
per gets wind of this. Therell be fur
flying
Just then Bombardier Cassel cut in
on the wire:
"'GeneraTs compliments to Captain
A.. He directs that officer and sig
naler report at the double to brigade
headquarters as soon as relieved. Re-
lief now on the way
I'm an undertone to me, Keep a
brass front, Wilson, and for Gods
sake, stick answered with, Rely on
me, mate but was trembling all over.
Il gave the generals message to the
captain, and started packing up.
'"The relief arrived, and as we left
the post the captain said:
SNOW for the fireworks, and know
they'll be good and plenty They were.
when we arrived at the gun pits
the battery commander, the sergeant
major and CasseL were waiting for us.
We fell In line and the funeral march
to brigade headquarters started.
Arriving at headquarters the bat
terry commander was the first to be
interviewed. This was behind closed
doors. From the roaring and explo-
sions of Old Pepper it sounded as if
raw meat was being thrown to the
lions. Cassell, later, described it as
sounding like bombing raid. In about
two minutes the officer reappeared.
The sweat was pouring from his fore
mead, and his face was the color of a
beet. He was speechless. AS he
passed the captain he jerked his thumb
In the direction of the lions den and
went out. Then the captain went in,
and the lions were once again fed.
The captain stayed about twenty min
utes and came out. I couldn't see his
face, but the droOp In his shoulders
was enough. He looked like wet hen.
1.-THE door of the generals room
opened and Old Pepper stood in the
doorway. With roar he shouted:
(which one Of you is Cassell?
D-n me, get your heels together
when speak! Come in herer
"Cassell started to say, Yes SIR
but Old Pepper roared, Shut upv
"Cassell came out in five minutes.
He said nothing, but as he passed me
he put his tongue into his cheek and
winked, then, turning to the closed
door, he stuck his thumb to his nose
and left.
"Ihen the sergeant majors turn
came. He didn't come out our way.
Judging by the roaring, Old Pepper
must have eaten him.
"When the door opened and the gen.
eral beckoned to me, my knees started
to play Home, Sweet Home against
each other.
MY Interview was very short.
"Old Pepper glared at me when
entered, and then let loose.
"'Of course you don't know anything
about it. You're just like the rest
Ought to have nursing bottle around
your neck and a nipple in your teeth.
Soldiers-by CAD, you turn my stom-
ach to look at you. Win this war,
when England sends out such SAMPLES
as have in my brigade! Not likely!
Now, sir, tell me what you don't know
about this affair. Speak up, out with
It. Don't be gaping at me like a fish,
Spit it out