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"THE HUMAN SLAUGHTER HOUSE!"
BY WILHELM LAMSZUS
(Copyright, 1913, by the Frederick A.
1 CHAPTER IX.
I am conscious that I am terribly
tired I can no longer keep myself
on my feet my head sinks down on
my rifle my eyes close but the
overstrained nerves are still alert.
The earth reverberates sullenly.
That's our battery! It is firing
straight into the darkness. So our
turn is coming now.
We hear how "ours" over there are
opening fire, and how it suddenly in
creases, and dies down, and then
again swells to a maddening rattle.
That is an attack by sharpshooters in
overwhelming strength they
can not be very far from one another 1
now and yet the battery goes
on bellowing, and luring the enemy to
And now a martial symphony rises,
over the dark country bugles
shrill through the darkness and
drums are rolling sullenly
that means a general assault
there rises a sound of shouting and
tramping a thunderous roar
of triumph rises to the dark sky
that is the shout of victory from a
thousand throats in their
thousands they have charged "ours"
over there, and have crushed them by
assault Ha, ha!- they have
taken a battery by storm.
Why, of a sudden, has silence fallen
what is the object of it
now it's our turn.
"Into the air! Rapid fire!" And
the volley crashes. And look there
over there the cheer rings out
again the signals for assault
sound, and thousands of voices are
shouting it simultaneously
they are forming up they, are
charging on, drunk with victory, in
closed ranks they are rolling
.with a roar over the mined field
they are trampling the earth, as If
with horses' hoofs that means
Death I am lying rigid "
now it must break, now I open
my mouth wide my rifle is
trembling in my grasp.
The Earth has opened her mouth
lightnings, crashes and thun
derings, and tfye Heaven splits in
twain and falls down in flame the
earth whirls upwards in shreds
men and earth blaze and hurtle
through the air like Catharine wheels
and then a crash, a
maddening uproar, strikes lis full in
the chest, so that we reel backward
to the ground, and half-consciously
struggle for breath in the sand
and now the storm is over
the pressure of the atmos
phere relaxes off our chest we
breathe deep only scattered,
dancing flames now and squibs
r But what on earth has happened?
We peer out fearfully over our
Has red Hell opened its mouth?
There rises a noise of screams and
yells, an uproar so unnaturally wild
and unrestrained that we cringe up
closer to one another and,
trembling, we see that our faces, our
uniforms, have red, wet stains, and
distinctly recognize shreds of flesh
on the cloth. And among our feet
something is lying that was not lying
there before it gleams white from
the dark sand and uncurls a
strange dismembered hand
and there and there
fragments of flesh with the uniform
still adhering to them then we real-,
ize it, and horror overwhelms us.
Outside there are lying arms, legs,
heads, trunks they are howl
ing into the night; the whole regi
ment is lying mangled on the ground
there, a lump of humanity crying to
Clouds are arising from the earth.