With the Serbs in Macedonia

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nation that came through Albania in winter
rather than bow the knee before the might of
the Hun.
Only those who have actually seen Kaymachalan
gauntly towering to the snows can
properly appreciate the Serbian achievement.
Only those who have laboured up its sides and
looked at the thousands of dead and the litter
and wreck of the spent fight can really grasp
the heroism of that glorious adventure.
Half-way up there is a beech forest, but after
that it is only rocks and more rocks, a bare,
steep wilderness that ends in snow that only
melts for a few weeks in the middle of summer.
In late September it is bitterly cold up there,
and a fierce biting wind rages almost without
cessation.
General Vassitch was in command, a stout,
cheery soldier, all grimness and iron underneath.
The artillery preparation was not on a Western
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scale— there was never any real weight '*
on
either side in the Balkans, for the country made
big guns impossible.
In full view of the enemy, in little rushes,
now fifty, now a hundred yards, the Serbians
and mortars
advanced, dragging their field guns
with them. The price was terrible, but nothing
could stop them. Bomb, rifle, shell or stone
one down,
splinter, it was all the same— ''