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White Pass & Yukon Route
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10:48 m. m.
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WILUAM J. ROBINSON
SYNOPSIS
William J. Hoblnson, a young American
on a business trip In London, catches the
war fever and enlists in a liiltlsh cavalry
regiment and lands at Of tend In October,
1914.
Made driver of an armored car and takes
part In battles about Ypres. Transferred
to the army service corps, has further
fighting experiences as a motorcycle rider
with machine gun attached and as a dis
patch rider.
Describes Christmas of 1914 In trenches
south of Ypres. Fearful losses Kills a
sniper and tells of Belgian spies.
A brush with German cavalrymen. Tells
of motor work and work of chaplains, doc
tors and nurses.
Witnesses Royal florso artillery In ac
tion. Has a narrow escape and takes ref- I
uge in a cellar. Is sent to Paris.
Describes bomb throwing and aeroplane
attacks and the bombardment of a village.
Kills a trench digger.
The mining and capture of Hill 60. Se
cures leave and describes war Incidents In
Glasgow. Returns to Ypres In midst of |
bombardment.
Motors with an officer through Ypres to
Potlzze amid bursting shells and bombs
dropped from aeroplanes. A terrible ride.
I found'soiue papci anil a pencil and
started to write a letter. After a few
minutes one of these officers got up
and went out. 1 don't think it ws»
more than ten minutes later that 1
heard a lot of running around and
shouting over our heads, and I won
dered what It could he.
Then 1 noticed that my throat and
nose seemed to l>e burning, and my
eyes commenced to water. I couldn't
draw u breath without sharp pain
piercing my throat a'.;d lungs. It struck
But All tho Time I Had Mine I Never
Saw Another Sign of Caa.
me suddeuly it was the rras. The
officer whn hurt left u few minutes be
fore poked him bend down and shouted.
"Ituii like li —: it's the wis!"
By this time I could hardly see, and
I was doing some tail old scrambling
to get out of that pluee. 1 would hold
my breath as long as 1 could, and then
I'd take auother breath through my
khaki handkerchief. When I got out
side I found that everything was cov
ered with a greenish yellow haze, and
I couldn't see three feet ill front of me.
I ran in the direction of the place I
had left tny iar, and I struck it the
first shot. Perhaps I wasn't thankful
I had left the engine running! I Jump
ed in and started down that road for
all 1 was worth, nnd before I bad gone
100 yards 1 was off the road and stuck
in a plowed field. I was clear of the
gas, though, and that was all I cared
about.
I waited there for two hours before
any one appeared, and when a fatigue
party finally eame along the road I had
them help me get the enr out. They
got eight horses, and we bitched them
on to the back. I raced my machine,
and the horses pulled, and after half
an hour's work the car was back on
the road again.
No sooner had they gone than my
officer showed up safe and sound and
we started back for camp.
It was a terrible experience, and we
were absolutely helpless, as we had
not been furnished with the respirators
and gas helmets at that time. "We se
cured these things soon after, but all
the time I had mine I never saw an
other sign of gas.
I found out afterward that those two
officers who had been In the dugout
were both killed by the gas.
The officer who was with me at the
time flf the gji§ attack waa one of the
FOURTEEN
MONTHS
iMWit
An American Boy'$
Baptism of Fire
By WILLIAM J. ROBINSON
Copyright, Little, Brown A Co.
The most graphlo account of th«
great war that has rat bean written
comes from the pen of a twsnty-two
year-old Boston boy, who hu Just re
turned from France, where as dragoon
guardsman, dispatch rider and motor
car driver ho served fourteen months
under the British flag. Out of thirty
one motorcycle dispatch rider* he was
on* of four mrvlvora.
most reiharkabTe meiTT ever mPt." "For
several years before the war he had
been In the British secret service In
Germany, so he spoke German almost
as well a? lie did English.
One day we stopped at a hospital In
Builieul, and one of the orderlies told
us that there were some German
wounded there. The officer asked me
if I would like to go in and see them.
I said 1 would like It very much, so we
went in. There was one poor devil al!
by himself among some English pa
tients. The officer went over and sat
on the edge of his bed and began to
talk to lilm.
If you could have seen that i>oor fel
low's face when he heard himself ad
dressed in his own language! His
whole countenance lighted up, and he
began to talk. Pretty soon the tears
began to run down his cheeks, and I
felt awfully sorry for the poor chap,
who was away from all his own peo
ple, severely wounded.
He said thnt he had Just been mar
ried before the beginning of the war,
and he and his wife had saved all they
could, and two days before he was
called up they had bought a cow. He
was as worried as he could be for fear
something had happened to the cow.
«•««»•»
The bombardment of Ypres began the
night of the April day we experienced
(ho gas. nnd with the bombardment be
wail the infantry attack. I was up at a
little place tailed Hhenlnghlest, and I
could bear the rifles and machine guns
at it for all they were worth. I was
thanking my lucky stars that I was on
my car instead of a motorcycle ml
thine gun. when an orderly rode up and
told me that 1 was to report at head
quarters at once.
All the way back to cau«p I had the
feeling that something was going to
happen, and when I arrived there I
was told to report myself to the signal
company for duty with my motorcycle.
Then I knew that I was to carry dis
patches through the coming battle.
I wish to make particular note of the
fact that at the beginning of this bat
tle. which lasted three weeks, we dis
patch riders numbered thirty-one in all
for our corps. Half an hour later we
were fully equipped and on our way to
the advanced report center, which
would be the scene of our activities
antil the flght was over.
We were about 800 yards to the rear
if the first line of trenches and wers
given an old barn to ourselves, and w«
laid out our blankets and made our
beds, for It was 10:30 o'clock. The at
tack was increasing in fury, all kinds
of shells landing around us, and the
Germans were usiug their same old
tactics of hurling great masses of
troops against our position.
Our machine guns gave the usual
good account of themselves, and the
German dead were piled up over our
wire entanglements In great heaps.
The Germans would fall back, reform
and come on again in their usual close
formation.. So. jt went all night, and
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when "the morning came tiie "freaa
ground" between the two lines of
drenches was a grewsome looking place.
During the day the Germans bom
barded our first and second line trench
es with high explosives and schrapnel
ill day, and at night they resumed
their Infantry attack on our position.
Day after day and night after night
the battle continued until we all felt
3e«d and numb all over.
Sometimes the Germans would pen
etrate our lines for a few yards, and
then we would immediately "counter"
t>efore they had a chance to strengthen
their position. We lost an awful lot of
men, but even though I don't know the
exact figures I know I am safe In say
lug that the German losses were more
than double what ours were.
We dispatch riders were certainly
kept busy during this time. Our work
was to be standing by every minute of
the day and night, and the moment we
were wanted to sling the dispatch case
over our shoulder and get away for the
headquarters to the rear.
The riding at night was terrible. The
Germans were shelling all the roads in
the vicinity, and we had to go dashing
along through the inky blackness at
breakneck pace. It was Impossible to
see more than a yard or two ahead,
and so It was a case of ride like th<
dickens and trust to luck. The road
was covered with shell holes, and the
first Intimation we would get of the
fact was when we would feel the mo
torbike drop beneath us and feel our
selves shooting through the air like
amateur skyrockets.
We would pick ourselves up, drag
the motorbike out of the hole and, if It
would still run, Jump on it and get
away again. We certainly got some
terrible spills, and there were a good
many who got broken bones and a few
who had their necks and backs broken.
Imagination cHjuiot conceive of our
utter "misery. Everywhere! lootecEt
all hours of the day and night it was
Just nightmare. Most of the time we
were kept too busy to sleep, and we
would be so tired we could hardly
move. The constant din of the guns of
all sizes and of the exploding shells was
enough to drive nearly all of us insane.
Perhaps this little incident will show
what condition our nerves were in. A
young fellow named Lewis and I had
chummed together for the time being,
and we rode the same route during the
entire battle. One night be came down
to headquarters Just ahead of me, and,
I assure you, we came through some
mighty hot territory. I was in awful
condition myself, but I think he was
even worse.
I handed my case in, and while I was
waiting for orders I went out to the
petrol stores to fill up the tank on my
bike. Lewis was talking to the officer
in charge of the riders and was stand
ing with his back to the door. Another
fellow came in carrying two empty
petrol tins, and—unintentionally, of
course—he dropped them Just behind
Lewis. They made quite a racket, and.
coming so suddenly, Lewis Jumped
over a table and fainted dead away.
We were all in about the same condi
tion, and it didn't take much to get a
rise out of us. Poor Lewis was killed
the next night by falling into a shell
hole.
(Continued Tomorrow) |
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