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given six biscuits each the crew of the to the sea; and his description was that Hirose were put back in their boat. The of a shambles, where six of his mates survivors of the Victoria were ordered lay drenched with blood, some with their on deck and placed in the same boat. heads blown off, others screaming in The submarine steamed away and shortly agony, with arms and legs blown off; and afterward dipped.

in a chaos of escaping steam and wreckIt was very dirty weather at this age the little boy Jones lying dead on the time. A strong gale blew and the rain bridge. drenched them. There were fourteen men The sinking of these fishing boats sudcrowded in a small trawler boat, a hun denly ceased, except on rare occasions; dred miles from home. By dint of baling and, for certain reasons, it is now an out the water continually, till their arms acknowledged fact that when a submawere numbed, they managed to keep afloat. rine sees one it submerges or bolts imTwenty-four hours later, at 6 o'clock in mediately. Details must not be given; the morning, they were picked up by the but these smaller fishing boats now form collier Ballater about sixty miles off the a class to themselves, and they are known Smalls Lighthouse. Their condition was among the other auxiliaries as

mystery then indescribable. Soaked through and ships.” Only one hint I may give here. through, with the boat half full of water, There was once upon a time a simple battered to and fro by every wave,

they fishing boat shooting her fishing nets had lost all hope, and were lying ex for simple fish. A submarine appeared hausted. Their bodies were stiff with

and gave her men “five minutes, you cramp, and they were hauled on board swine!" Immediately there was a panic, the Ballater with difficulty. But there, which had been part of their drill in port. at least, they found the rough comfort Two of the crew went on their knees for

Each man was stripped and mercy, and others hauled at the boat like his clothes dried in the engine room. men possessed. Hot coffee and food and blankets kept over the details once more; but the rethem alive till they reached port.

sultant picture was this: A dummy boat But the ordeal had left its mark upon on deck in four pieces, and a fine big gun them all; and when examined as to his leveled straight at the submarine, atexperiences on board the submarine, the tended by gunners of his Majesty's navy boatswain of the Victoria—a man of over “like gods in poor disguise." There were sixty years-seemed to be too dazed to two Germans kneeling for mercy; and give any coherent reply.

All that he after they had scrambled into safety could remember was the scene

on the

there was an abolished submarine and deck of the Victoria before the crew took oil upon many troubled waters.

of the sea.

I must pass

By the Editor


IGHTING on the Somme has con

tinued with unabated fury throughout the month just past.

The British and French armies, which come shoulder to shoulder near Combles, have kept up their slow, steady, forward push, with the constant accompaniment of a smashing hail of great shells which no defenses can withstand. At Bouchavesnes on Sept. 13 General Foch's men achieved what the Germans had believed impossible—they broke through the last line of the original German system of fortified trenches. Walls of reinforced concrete, powerful earthworks, vast mazes of barbed wire—all had been pounded into chaos. New trenches, of course, had been built behind the old, but the significance of the achievement remains. The last month also was marked by the appearance of a new type of armored motor car, which promises important results.

In the first two and one-half months of this offensive the Allies have taken 54,000 German prisoners, some thirty-odd villages, and a devastated section of France nearly thirty miles long and five or ten wide. The aggregate losses in killed and wounded are necessarily heavy on both sides.

Stubborn Thiepval Two or three crises of more intense battle are seen to flame up from the level of the month's events. Around the fortified village of Thiepval, at the north end of the British sector, some of the fiercest fighting of the war has raged for weeks. On Aug. 21, after a bombardment of indescribable intensity, the British infantry went over the ground in waves across the tangled web of trenches and redoubts, capturing 200 prisoners and establishing themselves within a few hundred yards of the beleagured German garrison of Thiepval; yet a full month later those heroic Germans still hold the Thiepval hills. The quality of their resistance may be guessed from this description of

the bombardment of Aug. 21, which is typical of many others since then:

“Suddenly, as if at the tap of a baton, the great orchestra of death crashed out. It is absurd to describe it; no words have been made for a modern bombardment of this intensity. One can only give å feebly inaccurate notion of what one big shell sounds like. When hundreds of heavy guns are firing upon one small line of ground and shells of the greatest size are rushing through the sky in flocks and bursting in masses, all description is futile. I can only say that the whole sky was resonant with waves of noise that were long drawn, like the deep notes of violins, gigantic and terrible in their power of sound, and that each vibration ended at last in a thunderous crash. It seemed as if the stars had fallen out of the sky and were rushing down to Thiepval.”

Work of French Guns While the British were pounding thus with strokes of Thor at the northern end of the Picardy front, the French were wiping out German trenches to the south along thirty miles of front with a storm of steel that lasted seventy-two hours. An artillery Lieutenant detailed to watch a small section of German trench tells what he saw:

" At first there was a series of earth fountains along the trench line, followed by great cones of smoke, which slowly collected over the wood itself, until the latter was hidden. Through glasses I could see that whole sectors of trench had closed up, burying the defenders. Constantly human limbs and bodies were visible among the upthrown earth and débris. At intervals a gray-green form would leap swiftly backward from the trenches, but the hazard from the incessant rain of steel fragments was too great, and gradually there grew a line of motionless bodies among the brushwood. I counted thirty-seven after threequarters of an hour.

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hold Guillemont-fought fiercely, and
failed. Nearly 80,000 of
finest troops met this historic Anglo-
French assault and had to give way.

The French reached the outskirts of
Combles and remained firmly intrenched
on the plateau overlooking the Bapaume-
Peronne State road. Further south they
gained a footing on Hill St. Quentin,
dominating Peronne itself.
portant still was the moral effect of hav-
ing proved that not even Germany's best
troops, in equal or superior numbers, and
fully prepared for attack, could check a

"After eighty minutes I signaled, French offensive. The French came out trench demolished,' and the bombard of the trenches cheering and singing, the ment ceased. I would have defied any Germans rushed to meet them. At Soyéone to point out where the trench had court the French charged with the been. There was nothing but a line of bayonet, took the enemy's machine guns, hollows, hillocks, and shell holes. As the and turned them upon their former ownsmoke cleared, I saw how excellent had It was a great battle in the gldbeen the aim on the communication time sense, and a clean-cut victory. trenches. Two open roads, each twenty

The Fight for Guillemont feet wide, had been blasted through the wood. It was only the bodies, lying thick

The British, at their end of the line, along both, that showed they had indeed were fighting in like manner for Guillebeen communication trenches.


Aviators who looked down upon “I continued to watch. Here and there

the scene saw it as a mad football scrima wounded wretch dragged himself pain

mage of struggling figures. At midday fully amid the tree stumps. Perhaps a

the British went forward steadily in few survived in the deepest dugouts, but

waves after a hurricane of fire from as a practical unit the half battalion had

their heavy guns.

The Germans flung ceased to exist. And, remember, that was 10,000 gas shells at them, enveloping a tiny sector. Add the total of such them in poisonous vapors for hours, and cases along the whole front, and you will

German machine guns swept the ground realize why our victory is certain.”

with a storm of bullets; but the British An Old-Style Battle

took cover in the dips and hollows of the Near the centre these operations came

shell-tortured earth and reached the vilto a dramatic climax on Sunday, Sept. 3,

lage. in the pitched battle that wrested Guille For two weeks Guillemont had been mont from the Germans on the British the most completely devastated spot on sector and gave the French near Clery

the western front, for the British had the greatest victory since the offensive been pounding it with every calibre of began. It was a battle of the old-fash gun. It had ceased to be a village and ioned kind in the open, a battle with

become an iron and lead mine. More bayonets between great forces. Between than 200,000 shells had burst in this once Maurepas and Clery, where the bloodiest quiet hamlet of French homes, and fighting occurred, the French faced the 3,000,000 bullets had traversed the junk Second Army Corps of Bavarians, crack heap that now remained. troops ever in the forefront of battle, Twice the British had charged into and and next to them on the north was the through the town, only to be forced out Third Division of the German Imperial by the Germans. Now, sapping forward Guard under command of the Prince of and connecting up the shell craters into Prussia. Opposite the British front the trenches, they worked their way again Kaiser's heroic Brandenburgers fought to to the village. The Germans, however,

had established themselves in a small Germany's trench salient forty yards away, where

the British guns dared not fire on them for fear of hitting their own men. Here the Germans had a machine gun that swept the English trenches; but the Britons and Irish, defying it, dashed through, cleaned out the nests of other

machine guns in the village, and took More im up a strong position beyond in a sunken


South of Guillemont, one section of the Prussian Guard resisted desperately in Falfemont Farm and wedge wood, and

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