"Allons, if the oysters last, it will be possible to withstand the blow!—--"
ROAD TO ORNES—NINE O'CLOCK AT NIGHT
The number of dead men and horses along the road to Ornes has increased——
The intensity of enemy artillery fire has not diminished, and the sound of the battle reaches farther to the right——
We pass wounded, alone or in little groups, dragging themselves to the rear——
CHAUME WOOD—TEN O'CLOCK AT NIGHT
A cry!
"Here—help!"
We stopped——
This cry is repeated several times. I enter the Wood. Guided by the sound of the voice and climbing over shattered and twisted trees, I end by discovering a human form cowering in a shell-hole——