London, Feb. $7.
A vivid picture of the fighting north of Verdun is furnished Scottish member of the French Foreign Legion. He says: The Legion was posted behind some ts! houses to await the onset of the enemy. Tons of shells seemed to be raining on us. At first we could see nothing, then we gradually discerned little dark specks on the horizon which quickly developed into masses of infantry. Our artillery, knowing the range very exactly, wiped out these specks sponge wipes out chalk figures on blackboard.
Only when the enemy was 500 yards distant was rifle and mitraillouse fire ordered. A sheet of fame flickered along our line which gradually became a' huge blaze of light illuminating the white, scared faces of the advancing enemy. They recoiled at the first deadly volley and disappeared in the dark We could hear the frantic incitements of the officers to induce their men to return to the attack. Time after time they succeeded, but each time the attack was crumpled up.
A lull followed. Then the artil lery re-opened fire, preluding an attack on a larger scale, This time the enemy got nearer. Our front ranks wavered and the enemy swept exultantly forward, but were stopped dead at a distance of a hundred yards by our fire. Before the enemy could recover we dashed forward with the bayonet and completed their rout.
Meanwhile motors were bringing up German reinforcements as the attack was renewed. Irresistibly we were forced back inch by inch. The slaughter was indescribable. In the fighting at close quarters we lost our share. A: portion of the Legion, left to cover our retreat, escaped annihilation with difficulty, the Germans pressing the attack with a disregard for life that made one's blood freeze.
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