Roadside glimpses of the great war . Ruins of Senlis, twenty-tive miles from Paris, where the mayorand sixteen councilmen were shot and the main streets putto the flames as Mr. Sweetser bicycled in under guard. Prisoner of the Germans 91 I pointed to the devastation. Why ? I asked. With hardly a quaver one of them imitatedthe firing of a gun and uttered the laconic remarkCivilians. So, for this civilian resistance agood part of the town had been put to the flames,and more, I learned later, for the Mayor and six-teen councilmen were marched off and shot. TheGermans claimed that this was merely
Roadside glimpses of the great war . Ruins of Senlis, twenty-tive miles from Paris, where the mayorand sixteen councilmen were shot and the main streets putto the flames as Mr. Sweetser bicycled in under guard. Prisoner of the Germans 91 I pointed to the devastation. Why ? I asked. With hardly a quaver one of them imitatedthe firing of a gun and uttered the laconic remarkCivilians. So, for this civilian resistance agood part of the town had been put to the flames,and more, I learned later, for the Mayor and six-teen councilmen were marched off and shot. TheGermans claimed that this was merely militaryretaliation; that they had been met by an or-ganized volley when they were entering the cityafter its surrender. Heaven knows if this is true;at all events it caused no worry to my friends. We rounded another corner, and saw whatseemed a sea of dusty gray uniforms in the citysmain business square. As my splendid bicycle,ridden by a civilian, came into sight, a wave ofthat gray surged forwards to seize it. Never haveI felt so
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