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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Times, 1912-9-12, Page 3OR, WHAT THE THRUSH SAID. CHAPTER XY,—(Cont'd) A few paces farther something wizzod .by ray oar. I thought I felt it touch me, like the wing of a guat, and instinctively threw up my hand and looked round. "Steady, men; look to your front," came the captains voice again, and hen. whiz, whiz, two more wasps sps enY and I heard a low ohuokle from Patsy Harrington, who marched in front ` of no, and Peter Hogan, answering a whis- pered inquiry from "Soft Joe," "did ye not know what that web? Shure 'twasa bullet." "Right wheel. Forward; double!" sang out the' captain's voice, and the next mo- ment we were tumbling hurriedly into. -the trenohes, behind a row Of battered gabions, with the thunder of the Rue- sian cannon diose }iron us, the "phit, phit" of the bullets striking the earth all round, the smoke drifting into our faces, and the whistling dicks plunging late the ground and scattering soil and stones. in showers. • Heads down; heads down," shouted the .color.sergiant, as we crowded into our ,places, and. then came a tremendous arash as a whiff of grape shot swept the gabion from before me and sent up a cloud of sand and twigs, I got my head down pretty sharply, and. was in no harry to lift it up again, until I heard the color -sergeant yelling, "Now • then, Davis, be alive. Stink up another .gabion there"- and Pat Harington push- -ed by me with a long basket in his arms, to Which he pushed inthe gap o sed by the enemy's shot, bobbing down immedi- ately, and only just in time, as a musket ball struck the wicker where his left hand had been, and knocked the tuft off his shako. "Left files commence firing,' said the captain, in a brisk, cheerful' tone, as he hooked his sword, then added, "Here, Corporal Allan, hand me your rifle, and 'Allan try as shot," Allan banded over his rifle, and the -captain aimed round the side of a gabion And fired, Harrington fired at the same instant, and turning to the captain said, "Ye got .him,. sor; ye did, sor, begad; and I did; no, begad, he was too sharp for me, begnd." By this time r had somewhat recovered my presence of mind, and as I put on a cap and cooked my rifle I glanced about me. Joyce stood close by my side, perfectly .calm, in the _act of reloading his rifle, which he has just fired. Corporal Allan, standing behind the captain, was peep- ing over his shoulder at the enemy. The color -sergeant, a grizzled veteran, was packing cartridges into his tunio between the buttons and speaking to the men in. front of him. "Steady, men, don't waste Government ammunition; come to the present, and when you see a head, bang at it, and down under cover. Mick Doyle, you'll be shot before dinner -call. They nearly had you that time. Man alive, keep your ugly phiz out of sight. We want to shoot 'em, not to frighten 'em. Leave me a space there, Tommy Dowling, while I pot one"; and the sergeant shouldered his way to the front, bobbed up, fired a shot. and bobbed down again, while the other men got by degrees to work, myself amongst them. - It was hot work. We were in the ad- vanced parallel, not two hundred yards from the Russian batteries. A new angle had been made over -night, and on this point, held by our 1' Company, the en- emy n- were within a few yards of him. The andshe[ up an incessant fire of grape.officer was wounded. I should be no use and shell. The dplitting crash of the if I returned. I saw the fierce, lowering intervals n ervals followed each other. st shortwlooks of the enemy, their gleaming bay - battered far hours. The gabions were onets, and then the figure of the mad,. ling into strewed over 'and their es, handsome girl on the sea-wall at Ports - theof earth strewed over the ompa ey, mouth came into my mind, and I bound - the men decimated, and our company, heedless of the euemy's sharpshooters, ed to Pat's side, just as he pitched face had. to concentrate their fire upon the of- forward into the snow. fending guns. The shells from the Eng- Five minutes later we were back in our retreating Rue- n lies firing on the g tree our batteries ins our rear sailed d burst sians. Nor did they return that night. agour heads theike balls bf cterie and nurse But they had done enough. Young Simp- t1ainst Russian batteries or inside tl}e. _• embrasures, hurling fragments of mortally n was dwead, andd,note torave apeakats other stone and splinters of iron in all direr- losses. tions. The Russian musketry fire was I sought out poor Pat when I came off close and sustained. The bullets pattered sentry was lying . on a scam -coat and hissed and squealed. about us.eA spread on the snow, with his head on dozen of our men went downndo in the first Joyce's knee. His face was very .white, heir -Corporal Allan. wounded in the left shoulder, the color -sergeant wounded in and his brows knitted, and hands clench- the neck, five privates killed. Poor ed, as if in pain. Downs was hit in the chest by a rico- 'He'll not last many minutes, poor fel- ahet bullet, and lay writhing on the low, said Phil. "Try if you can make ground for a long time, begging some of him understand." us to put him out of his misery. Every I knelt down beside him and put a drop instant a flat cap, a streak of brown face of rum upon his lips, then -asked him, in and an eye would pop up behind the a clear and distinct tone, if he had any parapet, and than would come a flash and message. a crack, an answering shot from the His eyes opened slowly. Be knew me, trench, and the Russian would disap- and tried to speak, but his mouth was pear a mfew minutes later the Russian fire ost ceased, and not another shell was thrown till after four o aloek, when the right arid n sodilauioved ofourup of fire and Went to dinner. The dinner consisted of thin soap and waxy potatoes; but we did not leave any of it. Wo were hungry enough to have eaten, as Pat said, "a washing of clothes." CHAPTER', 1EYL After this 'first experience of war came many days of heavy work and deadly fir- ing in the trenches; many long nights on picquet duty round the camps Or e along the Woronzoff Road; many a desperate struggle in the dark when the Russians sallied out to destroy our trenches; and many a sad hour as we at in the tents and thought of the gaps in our roll. The weather, too, became intensely cold, so cold that we could scarcely sleep, dog-tired as we were; and our clothing wore out, and we grew thin, and gaunt, and sickly, And so came Christmas. On Christmas Eve we were on outbost duty, our company, near the left of our attack, by the Woronzoff Road. "Soft. Joe" and I were companion sentries, mov- ing on our short beat, and meeting once in two minutes. The air was bitterly Cold, and the ground deep in snow. Joe had, wrapped his ankles and arms with straw bands to 'prevent frost -bites, and I had thrust ,ray chilled fingers under my cuffs and was trotting to keep my blood in circulation. It was near eleven o'clocic. and pitch dark. Joe and I had justcome together when a fireball was pitched from the enemy'sbattery and fell close on our right. We immediately threw ourselves down and drawled away to our left, know- ing from experience that a round shot would follow. The round shot came, and we sprang up to find a cloud of grey - coated Russian infantry close upon as. Bang went both our rifles together, and without a second thought we ran for the trenchos, the Russiansfollowing, with hoarse yells, at our heels. This was a common incident, Often we were attacked three or four times in one night, and our orders were to fire and fall back on the picquet, who in turn would fall bank fighting on.the trenches. So it was this time. The Russians seem- ed to be in force. Our picquet was driven in, and after a sharp tussle the enemy got possession of the first trench. But only for a minute. The supports rushed up, and the Russians were driven out again. They fell back in good order for a hun- dred yards, then halted, poured in a vol- ley, and advanced at the char=ge. Furious fighting; crash of musketry, clank of steel; grunts and growls and curses; clubbing of rifles, the heavy thud of falling men, the sharp, agonized cry of the wounded; a cloud of smoke, and diabolical flickering of fire -flashings, and once more we found ourselves falling back firing and swearing, the enemy in close pursuit. It was at this moment that young Simpson, waving his sword, and calling us to come on, ran out of our ranks to- wards the Russians, and fell about mid- way. Instantly Pat Harrington' sprang. towards him, as did two Russians. One of these fired' at Pat, and missed. Pa fired and, shot the Russian dead, then came to spit and curse Query' time our striding over to the officer, he bayonet- ed the other Russian, calling out, `Now weary eyes looked over the river mounds thin, boys, this way for the spoorts." and swirling smoke to see the walls of It was a critical moment. The enemy Sebastopol, still solid, still belching fire, still manned by dense battalions of re- solute and undaunted enemies.. Gloomy and despondent as I was in temperament, I should have sunk almost into a state of melancholy madness had not Phil Joyce been by to rally me and keep my soul alive with his brighthope and kindly gaiety. For he never changed nor saddened. Amid the fiercest hand-to- hand and to - hand fighting, or the hottest storm of missiles in the trenches, he: preserved his cheerful calniness i ue, . Starvation,g cold, and danger, even'. hopfat deferred failed to sicken his brave heart. "A man has but one life to live," he would say, "and that is too short to mope in and too insignificant to rear for." And he was as good as his word, and no more thought of shirking danger than of re- pining over hardship. "You are a wonder, Phil, I would say to him; "I don't know how you keep your cheerfulness. Are you never tired? Are you never out of spirits?" • And then he would laugh and go into long • and -fervent rhapsodies about "Amy." It was love that kept his heart from failing. It was the thought of that sweet face and pure soul that shone above him like a star, so that his eyes never heeded the murky hell and mad devil's dance of murder that environed him. 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If you are troubled with your stomach just ask your Druggist about Na-Dru-Co Dyspepsia Tablets, compounded by the National Drug and Chemical Co. of Canada, Limited, and sold throughout the Dominion at sac. a box. t42 whistle of the shell, i wd the wailing of the bitter wind that 'gnawed our flesh;• and drifted the 'frozen• suow knee-deep into the weary tr„exiohbs. No pen eau tell what our army suf- fered in the Crimea, The cruel frost, the insidious fog, the unrelenting wind; .hun ger, disease,, wounds, and fatigue woo down our health, our hope, our patience. We were reduced to mere bags of bones,. and the bags .all rents and patches. All day long, as we toiled and fought in the. trenches, we were raked and peppered with grape, or pounded with shot and shell, and scarcely a night went by with- out sorties and surprises. The sufferings 'of the wounded were horrible. T have not the heart to describe them, And those of us who escaped unhurt were so weary and overwrought that we had little love of life left in us. and all our batteries by land .and sea' began to 'pour'• in a ceaseless and mur- derous Are. For three days And three nights this storm of fire and iron rained upon flobastopol, and, t'houg% the Rus- sians bore up with their olcl steadiness, the hopes of our men rose as the boors went bY, The place could riot long endure such a murderous cannonade. b10 citadel could stand before it. Every day. the British batteries alone threw VDU four' thousand shells into the enemy's works; every day the walls wore pourid d by more than thirty thousand shot, and the m•usltetry fro from the trenches became a 1 e'rfeot hail. The Russians suffered' fearful losses, I havb heard it said .that a thousand of them fell every twenty-four hours, Their cannon were dismounted, their guuners blown to atoms, or crushed beneath the carriages and masonry. As we peered between our gabions, er looked down on the fortress from the. Oathoart hill, we saw the earth -works crumbling, the great masses of stone rolling down. We saw the roofs and ohimneys of the houses melt and collapse, and ever and anon a stream .of flame shot up through a cloud of deb- ris with a sullen roar as some magazine exploded, sending scores of poor crea- tures to their last account. It was aw- ful, horrible, The earth trembled, the batteries shook, the wind was hot with the breath of conflagration from the town, and the great guns banged and clanged • and belched out fire and death, and the shrieking shells and whistling balls rent the sulphurous, air, and through it all the Russians kept up a desultory fire, and went to their death on wall and parapet without a flinch er murmur. (To, be continued,) Not that our enemies—poor creatures— had less to bear. Certainly they were better clothed and fed than we,. and per- haps their sick and wounded might be better cared for; but their loss by battle and disease was frightful, and during that fi=erce bombardment they could' have got but little rest. " They were very stubborn, and fought both in the open and behind their works with a stolid, steadfast bravery which won the respect of nearly all our men.. Repulsed in every sortie; defeated in every pitched battle; shut up in their doomed fortress throughout that long • and bitter winter, with enemies .all round them on land .and ,aea.'atorn and shatter- ed day after day by the cannon of the fleets, and of a chain of batteries and trenches five miles long they preserved the same Steadiness and discipline, the same cool . bravery and stoical endurance to the end. To us it seemed as though the end would. never come. We sickened of the sight of the driving sleet, and sodden snow, the stench of blood and powder, the crackle of musketry and roar of cannon. We loathed the endless mixture of navvy - work and shambles in the trenches, and full of. blood. Joyce, posted as near the terrible angle 'Pat," said, I, "the wife, the children— as he could get, stood calmly, steadily, I will see them if I can." and rbpidly loading and firing upon the Russian embrasure opposite. Patsy Har- rington put the shako of a dead comrade on a ramrod .and held it up to draw the 'fire of the Russian sharpshooters, half a dozen of his friends standing by to pot the enemy while in the act of taking aim. Ensign Simpson, with tears in his young *yes, consoled and tended the wounded, and I, with a bounding heart, and my head spinning with excitement, stood close up t0 Joyce and fired rapidly and ' not very carefully at the porthole from which thie deadly grape was belching. This went on until about noon, when a great shell from our batteries burst with- in .the Russian embrasure and dismount- ed their most destructive gun. Our men cheered, and one of them, a lad named Searle, jumping up in his glee, was shot quaking and clammy, imagining that I 'through the head and killed. hear the dull booming of the cannon, the A light came into the dull eyes. His dew of the hopeless future, I have looks lips quivered slightly. I pressed his hand —it was already cold -and put -the clotted at his radiant face and envied him the hair from his forehead. In a few minutes love of that English girl. be was dead.I gat almost to ,love her myself from "Willie," said Joyce, as he laid the poor his enthusiasm; .I did get to reverence fellow gently down, "you saw his wife, her, and to think of her dimly as a and Simpson's mother. guardian spirit, something brighter and "I did, I answered, "and this is war.,, better than mere flesh, yet warmer and "God forgive us," said Phil, "it is • and nearer than the angels. And so strong there have been widows made to -night on was this semi -superstitious feeling that I both sides." would have gone .single-handed into the hundred deaths to save' my friends life CHAPTER XVII. —for her. Not that dy ng meant much in I shall not dwell upon the recollection the Crimea. Life was', very cheap there, of that terrible winter in the Crimea. The and many a man exposed himself to very thought of it makes me shudder. 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Nearer the trenches • reached towards the battered walls, deeper and longer stretched the curve , of the investing batteries, louder and longer howled the iron„ throats of the slayers. Thousands of shells were hurled into the doomed fortress every day. Ceaseless fusilade went on, by; whiyh, the devoted, defenders fell. Heavier. can- non, heavier mortars were..meanted, the fleets of France and England pouredin broadside after broadside, and still the dogged foe held on. Five times in ono night they drove ue from the Sandbag battery, five times we recaptured it. ' The Mamelon was taken after fearful carnage; the White Works followed, and at last we held the Quar- ries, for which so• many of both sides had died. And after each of these sue- ceases the bombardment grew more ter- rible. And still the Russians, cold and immovable, hall on. We took the Quarries on the 7th of June. On ila ash at the formdablewls, forces made were defeated, losing five thousand men. In this engagement I was knocked senseless by a spent ball before our army left the trenches, and Joyce, in resetting a fal- len officer under fire, was wounded in the neck. It was two months before Phil, was fit for duty again, and all that time the singe Went on, and at the end of it the defences of Sebastopol were still intact, and the Russian courage and phlegm were still unshaken. But directly' afterwards came the fa- tal action of the Tolternaya River. 1't was the last attempt'. Of the enemy to raise the siege. Down came the Rus- sians, fifty, thousand strong,. upon the French and Sardinian positions, and for many, hours a furious 'battleraged, the Russians charging again anagain with; sullen braVory,nd the Frenehmen fight- ing in gala spirts,, with cheers and Owen laughter; the end being onee more the retreat of the assailants, with a lose of nearly seven thousand men this time, andmany officers. 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