The last real fighting was taking place at a village called Bapaume all day Friday.. It was very heavy fighting here on the left centre of the great army commanded by (Gen. Pau, and leading to a victory which has just been announced officially in France.
A few minutes before midnight Friday, when they came back along the road to Amiens, crawling back slowly in a long, dismal trail, the ambulance wagons laden with the|!¥ dead and dying, hay carts piled high with saddles and accoutrements: upon which lay, immobile like men already dead, the spent and exhausted soldi they passed through the crowds of silent people of Amiens, who only whispered as they stared at the procession.
Early next moming there was a thrill of anxiety in Amiens. Re ports had come through that the line had been cut between realize that the town itself would be saved from the possible bombardment by this withdrawal of the troops to positions which would draw the Germans into the open Magnificent Work of the British Troops.
The fighting on the Cambray-Cateau line seems to have been more desperate even than the ter rible ae 8 at Mons and Charleroi It was when the British troops had to swing around to a more souther-me to guard the roads to Pari the enemy attacked in pronumbers, and their immense priority in machine guns did terrible work among officers and men.
But on all sides, from the French officers, there is immense praise for the magnificent conduct of our troops, and in spite of all alarmist statements Tam convinced from what I have heard that they have retired intact, keeping their lines together, and preventing their divi sions from being broken and cut off. mans, who were now pouring down the valley, and retired to new ground.
Tt was a retirement which has had one advantage in spite of its acknowledgment of the enemy's amazing pertinacity, It has enabled the allied armies to draw closer] 4 together, its firm front sweeping around in a crescent from Abbeville, around south of Amiens, and thence in an irregular line to the ments from the town barracks. ces OUR CANTON LETTER. there was a strange quietude in the streets.
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