By five o"clock the number of prisoners roped in by the Division was not far short of a thousand; the Division on the left had gained the Morval ridge, and this, combined with the turning movement from the south, had brought about something like debacle among the enemy forces opposed to us. "That"s topping," said the brigade-major when receiving one particular telephone report, and he looked up with a laugh. "The ----s have captured a Boche ambulance waggon, and they have sent it down for receipt on delivery, with horses and driver complete."
Not long afterwards I met Major Veasey, hot and radiant after one of the big adventures of the day. He had gone forward with Kelly, and discovered that the infantry were held up by fierce machine-gun fire.
"I was afraid all the time that the major"s white breeches would give the show away," Kelly told me, "but we crawled on our bellies to about a hundred yards from the machine-guns--there were two of "em--and got the exact spot. We went back and told the battery where to fire, and then went forward for another look."
"By Jove, we did pepper "em. And, hang me, if the major didn"t say we must go and make absolutely sure that we had outed "em. There were nineteen Boches in the trench, and they surrendered to the major....
Look at this pile of revolvers we took from them--fourteen altogether.
The major"s promised to give this little beauty to the doctor."
And still the day"s tale of triumph was not concluded. At seven o"clock the infantry battalion that had been held in reserve made a combined dash with troops of the Division on the left, and drove the tired dispirited Huns out of Sailly-Saillisel, another 2000 yards on.
Our batteries fired hara.s.sing crashes all through the night, and were warned to be ready to move first thing in the morning.
XI. ON THE HEELS OF THE BOCHE
Sept. 2: The side-spectacle that struck me most when I walked by myself through Combles was that of a solitary Royal Engineer playing a grand piano in the open street, with not a soul to listen to him. The house from which the instrument had been dragged was smashed beyond repair; save for some sc.r.a.pes on the varnish the piano had suffered no harm, and its tone was agreeable to the ear. The pianist possessed technique and played with feeling and earnestness, and it seemed weirdly strange to hear Schumann"s "Slumber Song" in such surroundings. But the war has produced more impressive incongruities than that.
The Brigade settled itself in the neighbourhood of Fregicourt. The --st Infantry Brigade was already established there in a trench; and the first job of work that fell to me was to answer the F.O.O. of another Artillery brigade who had rung up Infantry Brigade Headquarters. "Huns are moving along the road in X 429 b and c," said a voice. "Can you turn one of my batteries on to them?" Our batteries were not yet in position, but I saw, a couple of hundred yards away, two batteries whose trails were lowered; so I hurried across and gave them the target and the map spotting, and before long 18-pdr. sh.e.l.ls were on their way to ginger up the aforementioned unlucky Huns. An aeroplane fight within decent observing distance aroused much more interest. No decisive result was obtained, but the enemy airman was finally driven away in full retreat towards his own lines. "Jerry isn"t as cheeky as he used to be in Flanders last year, is he?" said Wilde to me. "It must be true that he"s running short of "planes."
The problem of the last few days had been the water supply for the horses. Although the sappers were hard at work in Combles, there was as yet no water within five miles of the batteries. The Boche by smashing all the power-pumps had seen to that; and the waggon lines were too far in rear for moving warfare. "We shall be all right when we get to the ca.n.a.l," had been everybody"s consolatory p.r.o.nouncement. "The horses won"t be so hard worked then."
We were still in the area of newly-erected Boche huts, and Headquarters lay that night without considerable hardship. Manning, our mess waiter, a fish-monger by trade, had discovered a large quant.i.ty of dried fish left by the departing enemy, and the men enjoyed quite a feast; the sudden appearance in new boots of ninety per cent of them could be similarly explained. The modern soldier is not squeamish in these matters. I overheard one man, who had accepted a pair of leggings from a prisoner, reply to a comrade"s mild sneer, "Why not?... I"d take anything from these devils. There was a big brute this morning: I had a good mind to take his false teeth--they had so much gold in "em." Which rather suggested that he was "telling the tale" to his unsympathetic listener.
Late that night orders informed us that on the morrow we should come under another Divisional Artillery. Our own infantry were being pulled out of the line to bring themselves up to strength. The enemy were still withdrawing, and fresh British troops had to push ahead so as to allow him no respite. A Battery had already advanced their guns another 2000 yards, and through the night fired hotly on the road and approaches east of the ca.n.a.l. Next morning Major Mallaby-Kelby was instructed to reconnoitre positions within easy crossing distance of the ca.n.a.l, but not to move the batteries until further orders came in.
Bicycle orderlies chased down to the waggon lines to tell the grooms to bring up our horses. My groom, I remember, had trouble on the road, and did not arrive soon enough for the impatient major; so I borrowed the adjutant"s second horse as well as his groom. A quarter of a mile on the way I realised that I had forgotten my box-respirator; the only solution of the difficulty was to take the groom"s, and send him back to remain in possession of mine until I returned; and all that morning and afternoon I was haunted by the fear that I might perhaps be compelled to put on the borrowed article.
The reconnoitring party consisted of Major Mallaby-Kelby, Major Veasey, Major Bullivant, young Beale of A Battery, and Kelly and Wood of D Battery, who loaded themselves with a No. 4 Director, the tripod instrument with which lines of fire are laid out.
When we approached the highest point along the main road leading east, Major Mallaby-Kelby sent back word that the road was under observation; we must come along in couples, two hundred yards between each couple.
The Boche was sending over some of the high-bursting sh.e.l.ls which he uses so much for ranging purposes, but we were not greatly troubled. We dipped into a slippery sh.e.l.l-scarred track that wound through a hummocky copse, swung southwards along a sunken road, and then made due east again, drawing nearer a dense forest of stubby firs that stretched far as eye could see. This was the wood into which our infantry had pushed fighting patrols on Sept. 1. Every few yards we met grim reminders of the b.l.o.o.d.y fighting that had made the spot a memorable battle-ground. My horse shied at two huddled grey forms lying by the roadside--bayoneted Huns. I caught a glimpse of one dead German, half covered by bushes; his face had been blown away. Abandoned heaps of Boche ammunition; fresh gaping sh.e.l.l-holes; one ghastly litter of mutilated horses and men, and a waggon rolled into the ditch, revealed the h.e.l.lish execution of our artillery. The major called a halt and said we would leave our horses there.
We struck north-east, away from the forest, and, reaching the cross-roads on top of the crest, gazed across the great wide valley that from the ca.n.a.l sloped up to the blue haze of heights still held by the enemy. Through the gla.s.ses one saw the yellows and greens of bracken and moss and gra.s.s in the middle distances. "We"re getting into country now that hasn"t seen much sh.e.l.ling," remarked the major with satisfaction. But the gla.s.ses also showed slopes seared and seamed with twisting trenches and tawny waggon tracks.
Our path lay along a road bordered by evenly-planted, broken and lifeless poplars. The major called out for us to advance in single file, at intervals of twenty-five yards. When high-velocity sh.e.l.ls struck the ground a hundred yards short of the road and a hundred yards beyond it, we all of us dropped unquestioningly into the narrow freshly-dug trench that ran at the foot of the poplars. About five hundred yards on, to the left of the road, we pa.s.sed a sh.e.l.l-blasted grove that hung above a melancholy rubbish-heap of broken bricks and shattered timber.
"Government Farm!" called Major Mallaby-Kelby, with an informative gesture.
Government Farm was a datum point that batteries had mercilessly pasted two days before.
"Government Farm!" repeated Major Bullivant, who walked behind Mallaby-Kelby.
"Government Farm!" echoed Major Veasey, with out-stretched arm; and I, in my turn, pa.s.sed the word to Beale.
Young Beale was in exuberant spirits. He not only turned his head and shouted "Government Farm!" with a parade-ground volume of voice; he followed with the clarion demand of "Why don"t you acknowledge orders?"
to Kelly, who was so surprised that he nearly dropped the Director before responding with a grin, and thrusting out his arm in the way laid down in the gun-drill book for sergeants to acknowledge gunnery orders pa.s.sed along the line of guns.
We came to another large wood that stretched down towards the ca.n.a.l, and, once more in a party, moved along the southern edge of it. An infantry captain, belonging to the Division we were now working under, stepped from beneath the trees and saluted. "We"re reconnoitring for battery positions," said Major Mallaby-Kelby, answering the salute.
"Can you tell me how the front line runs now?"
"We"re sending two patrols through the wood to the ca.n.a.l now," replied the captain, "The Boche hadn"t entirely cleared out three-quarters of an hour ago."
"We may as well go on," said Major Mallaby-Kelby, after three or four minutes further conversation. "The Boche must be over the ca.n.a.l by now ... and we have to select battery positions as soon as possible. We don"t want to bring the guns up in the dark." There was a general feeling for revolvers, and we entered the wood and followed a bridle-path. I could imagine that wood in the pleasant careless days of peace, a proper wood for picnics and nutting expeditions. Ripening blackberries even now loaded the bramble bushes, but the foul noxiousness of gas sh.e.l.ls had made them uneatable. The heavy sickly smell of phosgene pervaded the close air; no birds fluttered and piped among the upper branches. The heavy steel helmet caused rills of sweat to run down the cheeks.
We forged ahead past a s.p.a.cious glade where six tracks met. "There"s a hut we could use for a mess," said Major Veasey. "Mark it up, Kelly; and look at that barrel, it would be big enough for you to sleep in."
Snapped-off branches, and holes torn in the leaf-strewn ground, showed that the guns had not neglected this part of the wood; and in several places we noted narrow ruts a yard or so in length, caused by small-calibre projectiles. "Ricochet shots from whizz-bangs fired at very close range," commented Major Bullivant.
After certain hesitations as to the right track to follow, we reached the north-western edge of the wood. Major Mallaby-Kelby refused to allow us to leave cover, and we knelt hidden among the p.r.i.c.kly bushes.
"For heaven"s sake don"t show these white breeches, Veasey," laughed Major Bullivant.
A village nestled at the foot of the slope. Not a sign of life in it now, although the Boche was certainly in possession the day before.
"There are some Boches in that trench near the top of the slope," said Major Veasey suddenly. "Can you see them? Eight degrees, two o"clock, from the farm chimney near the quarry." I looked hard and counted three steel helmets. "We could have some good shooting if we had the guns up," added the major regretfully. A Boche 59 was firing consistently and accurately into the valley beneath us. I say accurately, because the sh.e.l.ls fell round and about one particular spot. "Don"t see what he"s aiming at," said Major Bullivant shortly. "He"s doing no damage.... He can"t be observing his fire."
There was a discussion as to whether an 18-pdr. battery placed near a long bank on the slope would be able to clear the wood at 3000 yards"
range, and Major Mallaby-Kelby and Major Bullivant slipped out to inspect a possible position at the corner where the edge of the wood curved north-east. Then Major Mallaby-Kelby decided that it was time to return; and on the way back Major Veasey said he would be content to bring his 45 how. battery into the glade where the six tracks met.
"Might as well make us trench mortars," growled Kelly to me. "We shan"t be more than a thousand yards from the Boche."
Just before we came out of the wood Major Mallaby-Kelby called to me to chalk the sign of Brigade H.Q. on an elaborate hut that stood forty yards off the track--a four-roomed hut, new and clean. It was not pleasant, however, to find two dead Boche horses lying in the doorway.
An enemy bombardment started as we left the wood. Major Veasey and his party went off immediately towards where the horses were waiting. The other two majors, still seeking battery positions, bore away to the south, and I followed them. A 42 battery suddenly switched its fire on to the strip of ground we were crossing, and we ran hurriedly for shelter to a trench that lay handy. Sh.e.l.ls whistled over our heads, and we panted and mopped our brows while taking a breather.
"No wonder he"s sh.e.l.ling here," exclaimed Major Mallaby-Kelby. "The --rd" [our companion Brigade] "have a battery here.... Look at those dead horses ... three, five, seven--why, there are twelve of "em."
"Yes, sir," I put in, "that happened yesterday when they were bringing up ammunition."
We moved up the trench, but we seemed to draw fire as if we had magnetic properties. "We"ll move back again," remarked Major Mallaby-Kelby with energy, and he started off, Major Bullivant following.
We had gone about fifty yards when Major Bullivant turned swiftly, gave me a push, and muttered "Gas!" We ran back to where we had been before, and looked round for Major Mallaby-Kelby. "d.a.m.n it," he said abruptly when he came up, sneezing, "I forgot to bolt. I stood still getting my box-respirator on."
When the sh.e.l.ling died down we walked farther along the trench, which turned westwards. Excellent positions for the three 18-pdr. batteries were found not far from the trench; and returning again towards the wood for our horses, we chanced upon a deep dug-out that Major Mallaby-Kelby sent me down to explore. "Don"t touch any wires or pegs,"
he said warningly; "the Hun may have left some b.o.o.by-traps." The dug-out was thirty feet deep, and had only one entrance. But I found recesses with good wire beds, and a place for the telephonists. "We"ll make that Headquarters," decided the major, and I chalked out our claim accordingly.
When we got back to the batteries we found that orders for the move had come in; the teams were up; and after a very welcome cup of tea the journey to the new positions was started. Wilde, the signalling officer, and myself led the way with the Headquarters" vehicles, and followed a beautifully hidden track that ran through the wood and came out a hundred yards from our selected dug-out. Three red glares lit up the sky behind the heights held by the Boche. "By Jove," said Wilde, "he must be going back; he"s burning things."
My day"s work was not yet ended. Our own infantry had been brought up again, and it was imperative that we should be in early communication with the --rd Brigade, the Brigade commanded by the forceful young brigadier who had discussed artillery arrangements with the colonel for the operation in which Judd and Pottinger had done so well with their forward section. There was a shortage of telephone wire, and at 8.15 P.M. Wilde"s line had not been laid. Major Mallaby-Kelby decided that the only alternative was for me to go and report to the brigadier, whose headquarters were not far from the road leading to Senate Farm.
It was very dark, and the fact that the whole way was under Boche observation made it impossible for me to use my torch. Sh.e.l.ls were falling about the cross-roads--and I have undertaken more agreeable walks. I went down into the Infantry brigade signal-hut first to find whether we had at last got a line through. We hadn"t. When I asked for the General"s mess, the signalling sergeant conducted me along a pa.s.sage that in places was not three feet high. Climbing up a steep uneven stairway, I found myself at the top looking into the mess with only my head and shoulders exposed to view. The General was examining a map. His brigade-major, a V.C. captain with gentle eyes and a kindly charming manner; his staff captain, a brisk hard-bitten soldier, with a reputation for never letting the Brigade go hungry; the signal officer, the intelligence officer, and other junior members of the staff, were seated round the same table. "What about the --nd Brigade?" I heard the General say, mentioning our Brigade.
"We haven"t heard from them yet," observed the brigade-major.
"I"m from the --nd Brigade," I said loudly.
There were startled e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns and a general looking round to the spot where the voice came from.
"Hallo, Jack-in-the-box!" exclaimed the brigadier, staring at my head and shoulders, "where did you come from?"
I explained, and the General, laughing, said, "Well, you deserve a drink for that.... Come out of your box and we"ll give you some targets.... I didn"t know any one could get in that way."