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had air and space. My comrade gave a loud scream: Lost!—Now
they would look for us; the enemy would find us, but this thought
had hardly crossed my brain, when we distinctly heard our storming
comrades shouting: Hurah! Hurah!
The feet ceased to trample us, the enemy moved off and now
—patsch—patsch—.
My friend simply yelled: Help! Help! Comrades, take care—.
Take Care I called as loudly as I could. They were really our
comrades, who came jumping into the trench sending a murderous
fire after the retreating enemy.
The Gurkhas.
(An Example for the "Humane" Warfare of the English.)
The following description, given in the Sunday number of the
"Journal" of November 2 nd , needs no commentary. This too is a
"Document of Culture" of the first rank, a most shameful proof of
the "gentleman-like" nation, written by the Special Reporter Arnould
Galopin :
Hazebrouk, 20 th November.
One cannot imagine, how skilfully the Germans manage to
make their trenches unapproachable. In a breadth of about 10 in.
before the entrenchments, in close rows, pointed rods can be seen,
which stick in a kind of wolf's trap, and between which criss-cross
barbed wire is drawn, in double braiding with sharp points of a
murderous effect at an attack. In order to break through these
obstacles, the attack must be made in great masses, whereby however
the hostile mitrailleusen, " Kaffeemiihlen " our soldiers call
them, make horrible devastation.
A few days ago, the Highlanders tried to attack the intrenchment
from H., which is supposed to be impregnable. Under dreadful
fire they made repeated attacks, in order to break through this
German spider's net. The Scots were cut down in masses, without
thinking of a retreat; they are excellent soldiers and only think of
retreating when they get the command to do so. The Highlanders
are perhaps not so reckless and daring as the French infantry, but
they are "steady and resolute" as Lord Roberts laudably expressed
himself when he inspected them for the last time. One thing is
certain, not one soldier would have returned alive, if they had not
received the help of their Indian . .. dogs.
Suddenly as we saw a dark mass creeping on the ground, my
English friend Reginald said : " Oh, it is all right, we have let our
dogs loose." It was the Indian troops, the Gurkhas, without either
arms or cartridge boxes, but solely with the horrible curved daggers
between their teeth. And suddenly, just as the Highlanders began
to retreat, the Indian soldiers break through their ranks like fallow
shades, creep through the wire netting like cats, and then run against