Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1918-07-03

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gerous spot. At any minute shell
might drop on the road and finish us
of. The village we had left was not
very far, so we told the corporal he
had better 60 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 walk, SO he set of In the direction
Of the village, while Atwell and I con-
tinued our way on foot.
Without further mishap we arrived
at our destination, and reported to bri-
gade headquarters for rations and bill
lets.
That night we slept In the battalion
sergeant majors dugout. The next
morning I went to a flrst-aid post and
had 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 rubbing Of the
dead.
I had a pass which would allow me
to 60 anywhere at any time In the sec
tor Of the line held by our division. II
gave me authority to stop and search
ambulances, motor lorries, wagons and
even officers and soldiers, whenever
my suspicious deemed 1t necessary.
Atwell and I were allowed to work to-
gether or singly-it was left to our
judgment. We decided to team up.
\ Atwell was good companion and
very entertaining. He had an utter
contempt for danger, but was not fool
hardy. At swearing he was a 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 as an OK.
We took up our quarters In large
dugout of the royal engineers, and
mapped out our future actions. This
dugout was on the edge of a large
cemetery and several times at night
In returning to it, we got many 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 very strong rumor went
the rounds that German spy was In
our midst. This spy was supposed to
be dressed in the uniform Of q British
staff offidr. Several stories had been
told about an officer wearing red
band around his cap, who patrolled the
front-line and communication trenches
asking suspicious questions as to loca-
ton Of batteries, machine-gun emplace-
ments, and trench mortars. IF shell
dropped in a battery, on machine gun
or even near a dugout, this spy was
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 I were on the qui vive.
We constantly, patrolled; the trenches
at night, and even in the day, but the
spy always eluded -.
2, One day while in communication
trench, we were Mortified to see our
brigadier generalN Old Pepper, being
brought down it by big private Of the
Royal Irish rifles. The general was
walking in front, and the private with
fixed bayonet, was following in the
rear.
We saluted as the general passed us.
The Irishman had broad grin on his
face and we could scarcely believe our
eyes-the general was under arrest.
After passing few feet beyond us, the
general turned, and said in wrathful
voice to Atwell:
'Tell this DIN fool who ! am. He's
arrested me as a spy" N
Atwell was speechless. The sentry
butted in with:
''None O. that gassin' out o. you.
Back to headquarters you goes, Mr..
Fritz. Open that face O. yours again,
an I'll dent,in your napper with the
butt O. me rifle."s
The generals face was sight to be
hold. He was fairly boiling over with
rage, but he shut up. va
Atwell tried to get in front of the
sentry to explain to him that It really
was the general he had under arrest,
but the sentry threatened to run his
bayonet through him, and would have
done it, too. So Atwell stepped aside,
and remained silent. was nearly
bursting with suppressed laughter. One
word, and would have exploded. It
is not exactly diplomatic to4laugh at
your general in such predicament.
The sentry and his prisoner arrived
at brigade headquarters with disas-
trous results to the sentry.
The joke was that the general had
personally issued the order for the
spy's arrest. 1t was habit Of the: gen.
eral to walk through the trenches on
rounds of inspection, unattended by
any Of his. staff. The Irishman, being
new in the regiment, had never seen
the general before, so when he came
across lhim alone in communication
trench, he promptly put him under ar.
rest. Brigadier generals wear red
band around their caps. .,>
Next day we passed the Irishman
tied to the wheel Of timber, the be
ginning Of his sentence of twenty-one
days, field punishment No. 1. Never