cut to pieces,—a fact which the large number of riderless horses only too plainly showed.

                About one A. M. we moved forward again and took up a position along a hedge near the Croix-Rouge Farm. We dug in till daylight, when we camouflaged our guns and tried to get some sleep. The forward echelon and the kitchen established themselves in the woods close by. These were the very woods which we had shelled so much the day before. The bitterest of fighting had taken place all through the area. Dead Americans and Germans were lying around on every side.

                The enemy was evidently making a real stand in front of us. His artillery began to be very active; the morale breaking 88's were continually harassing the roads and the front edge of our woods. Our drivers in watering their horses at the Croix Rouge Farm had several very close encounters with these 88's. A 77 is well called the "WZZZZ BANG". The 88, on the other hand is the reverse. The BANG comes first, followed by the blood-curdling WZZZZZRRR. The shell travels faster than the sound.

                In spite of the fighting ahead, we advanced again during the night of July 28. The roads were badly blocked. Trucks, caissons, guns, supply wagons of every description were struggling to get through, without a light of any kind to break the darkness. After many long delays, we pulled up over the plateau beyond Beuvardes, passed Preaux Farm, and laid in our guns in a hummocky open field near Esperance Farm. We stretched our camouflage nets in an irregular line among the hollows in the ground and

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