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Show " NIGHT OF HORROR IN THE TRENCHES the bombardment has ceased we can expect the enemy.' A tew of the men arose with an effort. They looked at. me bewildered and did not seem to understand. Their faces were the color col-or of the earth. "Ah, what was that? A few meters off, at the entrance of the trench, I saw soldiers like so many ants digging in the earth. They had thrown their guns aside and their only aim now was to save their comrades, who were buried bur-ied under the earth by the collapse of the walls of the trench. I saw Lieutenant Lieu-tenant Eauties there giving orders. ' 'Eight poor fellows are lying under there for almost two hours now,' he shouts. 'Only by a miracle was I saved from being there too. It seems Impossible Impos-sible for us to reach the men. What a terrible night this has been!' "And with a sort of tired laugh, he added: " 'And to think that such an awful experience as this has been is never even mentioned in the reports.' " Vivid Description of His Experience Experi-ence Penned by a French Lieutenant. MEN'S NERVES SHATTERED Quiet of Day Is Broken by Terrific Bombardment That Makes the Earth Rock Like Ship in a Storm. Paris. The Paris Journal prints a most graphic account written by a French lieutenant, in simple but vivid language, of his experience during a heavy bombardment of the French lines recently by the Germans: "The day was quiet," writes this officer. of-ficer. 'Towards evening we received a broadside of rifle fire, which dislodged a few sandbags. Then everything was quiet again. "At nine o'clock I went below to my dugout for something to eat. Our little lit-tle table was already set, and the steaming coffee was just placed before me when suddenly there was an explosion ex-plosion that shook the earth beneath our feet and scattered pieces of rock and clay in our midst. " 'It's no use,' said one of the men. T see we are not going to be permitted permit-ted to eat.' "I climbed back into the trench, and not a sound was heard. "'Where was the explosion?' " 'To the right,' answered a voice In the dark. 'Be careful; they are sending send-ing us those 150-millimeter shells. There's one coming now.' "I crouched down against the wall and in a twinkling fifty meters of the trench were ground to dust. Sparks flew and dark, gaseous fumes eclipsed the blackness of the night. Then came another shell on its murderous mission, tearing up the earth and accompanied ac-companied by deafening thunder. . "Things began to look serious. Someone Some-one shouted: " 'Lieutenant, there is no sense in your standing there and risking your life!' "The man was right. I returned to the dugout. The bombardment continued con-tinued like one continuous roll of thunder. A heavy rock, loosened by the detonations, fell at my feet. " 'And yet we hear,' says one of my men, 'that they are short of ammunition.' ammuni-tion.' "I was getting tired of this. We had to answer those fellows. I asked the telephone operator to connect me with the commander. " 'There is no answer,' said the operator. op-erator. 'The wire has probably been shot away.' "I scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to one of my young men. " 'The telephone is disconnected, my friend. See that you get this to the commander. Have a little brandy?' " 'If you please.' "He smiled, saluted and was off. Fifty meters off he fell with a shot in his neck. "The bombardment grew more intense. in-tense. Oh, what a night! Our trenches seemed to sway to and fro, like the deck of a ship in -a storm. The air was full of sulpftur fumes and breathing became difficult. Death surrounded sur-rounded us. I wondered how many of my men were still alive! And would we be able to withstand the foe if he made a charge on our trenches? I nerved myself to remain calm. How I would have liked to lay down and sleep! Strange, that the roaring of shells through the air always produces drowsiness. I fought against this weakness. Courage returned when the bombardment seemed to slacken for a moment. However, we only deluded ourselves, for the shells were coming faster and faster and thicker and thicker. I tried to figure out the caliber cali-ber of the shells, but was unable to think. Every man was hugging the wall of the trench. If we could only sleep and not wake up again, so as to be out of this hell! " 'Be careful, my friends. Now that |