The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1918-06-06

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morning I went to first-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 robbing of the,
dead.
I had pass which would allow me
to go anywhere at any time in the Sec
tor of the line held by our division. It
gave me authority to stop and search
ambulances, motor lorries, wagons and
even officers and soldiers, whenever
my suspicious deemed it necessary.
Atwell ard were allowed to work to-
gether or singly-it was left to our
Judgment. We decided to team up.
Atvell was a good companion ane
very entertaining. He had an uttA
contempt for danger, but was not fool
hardy. At swearing he was wonder.
A cavalry regiment would have been
proud of him. Though born in Eng
land, he had spent several years IL
New York. He was about six feet one,
and as strong as an OK.
We took up our quarters in a large
dugout Of the royal engineers, and
mapped out our future actions. This
dugout was on the edge of 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 a British
staff officer. Several stories had been
told about an officer wearing a 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 q 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 us.
One day while in communica
trench, we were Mortified to see our
brigadier general, 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 d-n fool who am. Hes
arrested me as spy"
.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"
The generals face was sight to be-
hold. he was fairly boiling over with
rage. but he shut up.
(To be continued next week.