of mind as old as mankind,—the lust of battle—and carry men through hardships which under different conditions they could never stand.

                During the week we received a few pairs of new horses, got new clothes, and drew 200 rounds of ammunition in compliance with a new general or­ der for Artillery on the march. On August 15 the Battery hiked to the railroad at La Ferte-sous- Jouarre and entrained. The train followed the Marne through Epernay, Chalons, Dormans,—all names we had heard before. Signs were not lacking of the recent fighting; pontoon bridges, which had been caught under artillery fire, equipment, ruins, and wooden crosses; but for the most part we kept our eyes in­ side the car. We had had enough of horrors, and longed for some place that was not smashed, where trees were green, and people smiled.

                At 4.30 P. M. the next day the train reached Barsur-Seine. The heat was extreme, which was surprising as the nights were very cold. It was during our 21 kilometer march from Bar-sur-Seine to the village of Gommeville that we were given the first real welcome we had received from the French. Always they had been mildly curious, but here the news seemed to have preceded us that we had just come from the famous fight that turned the tide at Chateau Thierry, and to these peasants we were as much heroes as their own brave poilus. Through every village the children came out to greet us, running along beside the horses and reaching up small hands to touch ours. Mothers holding babies in their arms smiled a welcome from their doorways, and the pretty

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