331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . their ridersin hot pursuit, with peaked looking Artillerymen all entangled in the ropes of theirtwo led horses. Calmly through the dust and the flying horse blankets, the guidonand the two carriages made their way, the Battery gallantly re-forming behindthem. Over the bridge and through Rockford the Battery went with the rest ofthe Brigade, a few particularly untamable horses going around by a less npisyroute. The clatter on the pavement ceased, the Battery crossed the steel bridgefollowing the Black Hawk Trail out of town. The stragglers
331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . their ridersin hot pursuit, with peaked looking Artillerymen all entangled in the ropes of theirtwo led horses. Calmly through the dust and the flying horse blankets, the guidonand the two carriages made their way, the Battery gallantly re-forming behindthem. Over the bridge and through Rockford the Battery went with the rest ofthe Brigade, a few particularly untamable horses going around by a less npisyroute. The clatter on the pavement ceased, the Battery crossed the steel bridgefollowing the Black Hawk Trail out of town. The stragglers returned and dis-cipline was again supreme until a street car passed and scattered the horses overan adjoining corn field. Beyond Roscoe was camp and water for the horses andDavis, only a few miles away. The men remembered the long hours of barebackdrill as they rode down the stream without saddles. At Roscoe the Captain, whohad returned from Fort Sill the first day of the Hike, put Sgt. Thiele in charge of BATTERY Eâ S\ ^ 331 i1 Field Artillery,. the picket line detail, Sgt. Clark in charge of theOfficers tents and Brokish over the latrine detailconsisting of Jakelow and Moberg. The Captainmade the Non-Corns responsible for keeping thecolumn closed up at a walk and giving the horsesproper attention. The next day the Battery reached Beloit withits crowds and flags to startle the horses. Far onthe other side of town was camp, high above theriver. The 333rd, which walked, bathed andsplashed in the river as the weary, dusty horseregiments came up and the batteries groomedand washed harness. On Thursday the Gypsy-like column passed through Janesville and campedfar from water on other hills. The narrow creekwhere the horses drank was churned to mud byprevious batteries and the animals plunged and floundered but refused to was the last battery to leave this camp. The men could see the maroonguidons and long grey wagons of the Medical Unit take the ascent behind thunde
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