The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1918-05-07

The News has been permitted to
make the following interesting ex-
tracts from letter written to a rel
ative by a soldier in France:
AMERICAN EVOLUTIONARY
FORCES, April 6.-We have moved
since l last wrote you. This vile is
not quite as large as our last place,
but is much cleaner and better To-
Gated. Have very nice room here,
four of us together The house is To-
Gated on the crest of very high hill
on the extreme edge of town. The
view from my window is simply
grand. l only wish you folk at home
could see it, as | cannot begin to de-
scribe its beauty. First we see a long,
smooth slope covered with a thick
carpet of blue grass, the kind that
makes you want to get down and roll
over. Near the bottom of this slope
is fine apple orchard. Scattered
among the trees are little clumps of
evergreens; then comes the valley.
which is about a mile wide and sew
eral miles long. There is a little
creek rushing through, twisting and
winding about like big silver snake.
Where the ground begins to rise
again we see one of the big fine roads
for which France is noted, This road
is lined with great trees, and you can
always see troops passing along. Be-
yond the road on the slope of the
next hill we see green fields, clumps
of pines, roads winding in and out
through several small villages. These
small villages all have great, big
churches with very tall steeples, some
bearing date of 1400 These steeples
are sometimes used for observation
purposes, and the Hun takes great
delight in shooting them down.
On the other side of this hill are
the d Bosche (passed by censor) 3,
and we can plainly see his observa-
ton balloons. Next comes the foot
hills of the Alps, snow-capped and
beautiful. When the sun comes peep
ing over these mountains at six a.
m, it is truly a wonderful sight. You
will always find me in my window
waiting for sunrise. When | look
from my window and this view greets
me and I see the little French kids
playing on the grass, birds singing,
cows peacefully grazing in the val
ley, old women working their gar
dens, for a few moments it is hard
to realize that just on the opposite
side of the hill, less than two miles
away, the Bosche is waiting and
watching,
When Business Picks Up.
At night business generally picks
up. Star shells flash across the sky,
the big guns roar, the ground trem-
we hear the whirr and zing of the
shells through the air, and for a min
ute wish we were home in the "land
of cotton" The next minute we get
mad and stand there, "cuss" the
Bosche and swear we will work all
the harder to clean him out.
Hw my heart goes out to these
dear old French people. You folks
at home cannot realize how much
they have suffered, are still suffering,
and yet are still so brave and cheer
full. God bless them and three big
cheers for them!
My landlady's mother is ninety
years old, and finer old lady l new
er knew, hale and hearty, and does
mans work every day. She has
been living alone, but now her last
penny has gone for something to eat
and she had to come and live with her
daughter. Yesterday she said "I'm
broke, Pm finished" then shrugged
her shoulders and smiled as if tc
say 81 should worry" She thinks the
world of me, and l wish l could give
her back all the Bosche has taker
from her. l sincerely hope she viii
live to see the Bosche wiped off the
face of the earth. My landlady, hel
daughter, is also a jewel; Away:
cmiling and cheerful, working hare
i-om morning till night. Her hus
band has been in the war four years
They have a boy seven years CID. The
Bosche took everything she possessed
when he came through--cows, chick
chs, hogs, everything. There is an
other side to her, however. Las