and tunnels with which the place abounded. At Hattonchatel itself and at Vigneulles, another nearby town, the Boche had abandoned whole storehouses of clothing, arms and equipment. So fast had our infantry penetrated the German lines, that a Boche soup-gun driver, not knowing that the town was in American hands, brought his load of steaming hot supper into Vigneulles and experienced some difficulty in finding Germans to eat it. Our doughboys, how­ ever, were very appreciative.

                Watering the horses was a serious problem, which was finally solved by sending them to Billy-sous-les- Cotes, about five kilometers away. As it happened though, it worked to our advantage, for a warehouse was discovered at Billy from which we took not only a large amount of food for the men and horses, but also a beautiful, light, German wagon to haul them in. Trips were also made to other Boche towns like St. Maurice, and salvage of all kinds was found, from live rabbits to buckets of honey, and pianos. At St. Maurice, drawn up on the loading ramp, there were four heavy guns which the Germans had been too rushed to carry away. There were several breweries, but the infantry had done for them, alas.

                The next day, September 14, instead of going ahead through Hattonchatel and down on the plain as we had expected, we went back over the Grande Tranchee. About noon we pulled off the main road into the woods to the right, halting by a German engineer dump, and mess was served from the rolling kitchen. At this meal a new dish was introduced which stood us in good stead for many weeks. It was canned

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