The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No32 (August 11, 1922)] . position. He in turn located the approachingcolumn, much closer now, its forwardend out of sight in a gully, and esti-mated that there were upward of fivehundred men in the formation. Probably just a working party, hesaid. Still, wed better not take anychances with that many. Sergeant, getthat Canadian artillery chap and tellhim to bring his phone out here. Andsergeant, he added, double up thatpost on the road and tell all the poststo keep their eyes open. Just then three dull booms soundedout of the forest behind Upper Vistavkaan
The American Legion Weekly [Volume 4, No32 (August 11, 1922)] . position. He in turn located the approachingcolumn, much closer now, its forwardend out of sight in a gully, and esti-mated that there were upward of fivehundred men in the formation. Probably just a working party, hesaid. Still, wed better not take anychances with that many. Sergeant, getthat Canadian artillery chap and tellhim to bring his phone out here. Andsergeant, he added, double up thatpost on the road and tell all the poststo keep their eyes open. Just then three dull booms soundedout of the forest behind Upper Vistavkaand the shells tore past high abovethem. Two of them exploded with avicious crack several hundred yards be-hind their position, and the third, adud, ricocheted off the ice in the riverbelow and whirled off, whining andsnarling, into the woods on the otherside. Its no working party, said thelieutenant laconically. More guns sounded and shells beganto burst along their front, most of themridiculously wild. A battery of heavierguns opened up, throwing their shells. into Kitza, three miles to the thought he could see wherethey were firing from. On their right, directly across theriver, from the Bolshevik position inEvseyevskaia, a gun went off, star-tlingly close, and the shell clippedthrough the trees, almost deafeningthem as it blasted into the timber alongthe path. From this position the see the clearing quite plainly, andfor a short stretch the path to Brankinspost was under their observation, inspite of ts crude camouflage. Theyused the whizzbang which had justfired for sniping at movements alongthe path. The Canadian signaller musthave exposed himself, for a momentlater he slid into the post with a grinon his face. Hard to dodge that baby, he said. The Bolo artillery now hammeredaway in earnest. They ranged on adummy machine-gun position, set upfor that express purpose, and poundedaway at it until a direct hit showed itto be a decoy. Their field piecessp
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