Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-31
CKLES LEBANON TONIGHT WILL DEFEAT WARD PROMISES JACK DEMPSEY
Shaffer' LAST
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lmafn still a minute, and. the desire
to scratch was irresista bleM Finally,
L removed Asome of nay clothes to
see how much damage had been
done and how muchsnore was under
way. tWhat / beheld nearly made
me sic}c and more determined than
ever tosget back over the lines, for
my whple body was one MASS of
bites, eash causing a small red lump
on the White skin. and where 4 had
scratehedSit was even worse, for the
blood had{ conte.
oh, L was a beautiful IMglft, and
the cootieSs had certainly made a
thorough aud disglAtihg Job .Sf it.
1t! was the first fine 1 had hadGoot-
les and the VeYperienee waS:$by no
means pleasant In fact, nay anger
was rising against the Boshe alb the
time, for thise disgustingsc condition.
Just let me get: back 10 my eeea-
drille, and no oStmore specializing in
burning balloons for yours truly.
was going to get aftsE planes. There
was man in them Ind had grleV-
ances enough then$1o make the war
Democracy, but for the things haa
suffered. But / was long way from
the home roosE sad to say,, and 1
knew it only too we'll.
So anxious swas | 10 be on my
way that L was out OF my hiding
place before% darkness had Eactually
/ fallen and %snooping around in the
garden nearby looking for sonlening
eatable. About all 1 found were tur-
nips and parsley, which was not
very filling. However, l refilled my
sack with turnips. for 1 expected to
get up very near the lines that night,
and in that barren region they would
help quench the thirst as well as
hunger, for 1 was leaving behind my
water bottle, it being very heavy for
one thing. besides 1t had no cloth
cover, and a sudden jolt against 4
stone. tree or ground would make Il
noise that would give me away.
The Wrong Direction
1t soon grew dark enough for me
to venture down to the river, which
after some difficulty in finding q
log bridge, I crossed.
Now to find the road!'
This was not difficult, either, but
it seemed the road was going in the
opposite direction. l hated to adj
nit it. but / had got turned around
the night before, and the prisoners
camp which l had looked down on
that day while in hiding was no
other than the one I had came from.
This meant that l had TO recros5 the
river and get back on Ike other side
of the town.
Wearily, I began retracing my
steps and like to die of heart failure
when with a whir and roar of wings
flock of quail got into the air.
Several of tn I'm ran Into some wires
nearby, and We're brought down 'out
of CONTROL Finding one of these
put it in my sack with the turnips
bread and other things, hoping to
get a. chance to cook it somewhere.
I recrossed the river. again. but fell
ma swamp camouhaged with weeds
up to my waist. This did not i'm
prove my humor or sweet(?) dis
position any, and when 1 had wan
dered around for an hour or so hunt
ing that road, it hadn't improved
to any extent. 1 was lost again and
plum disgusted with myself. The
world, and especially the Hun, who
was the cause of all this trouble. I
decided to take the first road lead
ing in the general direction Of the
heaviest firing. was on that aI :
ready, so with the neY plan Of ac-
ton, | stretched mySlegs for the
home of ''pinard.' Soon the little
iC''N I was pAA ran li4AO Nllt blSBGE
one, seemingly a well built and much
travelled road. Seeing a sign post
nearby I climbed it. curious TO know
just where had wifndered. -
| only knew one name, "Dizy-le-
Gros', which was big town dead
ahead, and the shortest and most
direct line to the front, from which
/ had come from. But ii had its
disadvantages in that The country
was fiat, and having no forests of
fered no hiding places 10 speak of.
| However. now that 7 knew where 7
was and where / was going I de-
| cided to keep going. since WANDERING
| off cross country hunting tie road
, to Laon would only lose me again.
| 1t being then midnieht. I found 7
was hungry again, something not at
all strange, for l was always hun
CRY in those lean times. SO I got
out my black loaf and turnip. and
| sitting behind a clump of bushes had
my unsatisfying luncheon.
TortuIned by Thirst
What worried me most was my
! constantly increasing thirst, and
! eating the watery turnip' did not
seem to help any, either. What was
I going.to do if this Kept up for two
more days? With these dark fore
| bodings I resumed my march. With
| the coming of dawn the darkness
grew more dense and II was difficult
to see objects for any distance away.
| This made it hard to see nay Boche
in time to dodge him. but If ] could
not smell him l could hear him.
with the solid clump, clump of his
iron shod shoes.
! But these Huns coming on bicy-