Photograph from Harriet Ch, 



A FIRST-AID POST AT THE ENTRANCE; TO FRONT-LINE TRENCHES 



At the very gates to the inferno of battle wait the stretcher-bearers, ready to dash forth and 

 rescue the wounded and dying. Here is pain, but here also are healing hands 



pupils as a model when they painted the 

 gorgeous fetes of the Far East. The 

 chateau is now occupied by the mayor, 

 M. Keller, who played an important role 

 during the German invasion of the town. 



Madame Mirman motored us out to 

 Luneville. Although she is the wife of 

 the prefet of this whole department and 

 known by sight to every sentinel on the 

 road, the automobile was halted every 

 quarter of an hour for inspection of pass- 

 ports and information as to where we 

 were bound. 



In the fields women were mowing hay. 

 I was reminded of a woman I had seen 

 near Rheims. A shell struck a near-by 

 haystack, but she kept on mowing. 



We ascended a tortuous road to the 

 summit of the hill of Leomont. where a 

 decisive battle had been fought. There 

 was a most comprehensive view, back 

 over the plain of Nancy, north and east 

 over the French front. In a hollow, at 

 our feet, lay a ruined village which is 

 now being restored through the gen- 

 erosity of a group of wealthy Califor- 

 nians. 



From this hill to the one opposite, the 

 battle had raged. We picked up frag- 

 ments of French and German shells, and 

 the soldier-chauffeur explained "which 

 was which," one being bluer than the 

 other. There were many graves on this 

 hill, and above one I saw a soldier's tat- 

 tered cap hanging on the little white cross. 



"I placed it there over two years ago," 

 Madame Mirman said, "when I came out 

 with my husband. He buried the dead. 

 We did not know the boys' names, but 

 we marked each cross with the number 

 of the regiment, wherever we could." 



THE TRICOLOR BLOOMS ABOVE THE DEAD 

 OF FRANCE 



On the graves wild flowers were 

 blooming — red poppies, blue corn-flowers, 

 white daisies. Even in death, Nature in 

 France greets her soldiers with the tri- 

 color. 



Luneville shows the hoof marks of the 

 Hun, those terrible 20 days when the 

 enemy was master of the city. The town- 

 hall and the prefecture were destroyed, 

 the industrial section burned, shops pil- 



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