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d "THE HUMAN SLAUGHTER HOUSE!" t ' BY WILHELM LAMSZUS (Copyright, 1913, by the Frederic A. Stokes Co.) CHAPTER VIII. And in the thick of this hurly- burly of Death, amid these whistling lungs, amid these painting, red, panic-stricken faces, the cloud of shells strikes home, and hurls its hail of iron 'overhead. The water spurts up in jets. And again! Explosions and screams, and the hissing of lead, and the shrieks of men, and blood and water foam up, till no one knows whether he has been hit or is still alive; for in front of me so close that I could clutch it I see a jugular vein, ripped through, spurting in an arch like a fountain and in his blood the fellow hit stag gers back, and blood and howls sur feit the black flood, until it is at length reddened with human blood. Get on! trnt nn! Dnn't Innlr nrnnnri! There the other bank over therell There life is standing and spreading out his arms toward us. Get on! Be fore they have murdered all of us in this swamp! Get up! Get up! Thank God! The water's falling! Only up to the hips now only up to the knees. And now Our feet leap on to the dry, blessed land and" strike forward beyond all control, and race over -the .field. They refuse to "obey any orders. They are racing racing toward the protection of the forest beckoning us of its mercy. There! Headlong in among the trees, and into the bushes, into the thorns. There they are falling life less to "the ground, their faces buried in the soil, and they are squeezing their eyes tight, to shut out the sight of the accursed blue of heaven that spat down on us so treacherously. You dogs! You beasts! To shoot us down from behind it is nothing more or less, than cowardly assas sination. And slowly breath and conscious ness return to 'us again, and when we have come to our senses we look at one another-wifh dumb syes, and these eyes presage nought that is good. A great, unspeakable horror that will never be allayed agam;has risen in these eyes. ' " Half-way on the march some one fell down beside me, flung out bis arms, clawed himself tightly to the earth, and, screamed and gasped against the soil. Barely half an hour later we saw another who had fallen into convul sions. And when we were lying in a damp ditch waiting for the enemy, a man suddenly jumped up, and shriek ed and ran away. He laughed back at us from afar until he vanished from qur sight in the rain. The shrieking and running away had in fected us all. 'Twon't be long before it will be your turn. One night when we were lying in our trenches, and had fallen asleep to the thunder of guns, I suddenly started up confused dazed; and lo, the stars were tsanding bright in the dark, rainless sky ,and shone down solemnly, ah God; how solemn ly, on the turmoil, as if nothing in this world mattered. Yet there in front of me, before my very eyes glimmered a red reflection that surely must-be a pool of blood, for the stars are mirrored in it so redly and suddenly a blind rage overtook me to howl aloud and clench my fists, and to scream in tbe very face of the great Master up above there. But I had neither time to howl nor to run. For in this self-same night it so hap pened that an uncanny whirr fell on our ears from out the distance. That was Death flying toward us on pro pelfers. The spectres of the night whirred above us; we shot blindly in to the air for every moment th?