Changteun, Nov. 8.
The noise of the final assault ne one rode towards it sounded as if the hills were being flogged with Sigantio iron rods. Then, suddenly, all wae deadly still. The contrast was emphasized by the complete disappearance from the Allies' line of hills of all the reserve troops who, a few hours before, had been bivouacked under and along them. Not a soul was visible, General Kamio's headquarters were comparatively empty. He sat in his tent placidly smoking " cigar and coaxing his parrot (a beautiful bird which flew out of Taingtao to Changtsun during the carly stages of the siege) to breakfast. A crowd of Japanese correspondents were hastily scribbling telegrams, an officer giving them details in their midst, Telephone bell purred and receivers clinked and presently two companies of infantry appeared along the edge of the nullo, des-conded into it and piled "arms. Every now and then, an orderly was called up, given instructions cisively, saluted, mounted and rode away. And the sun, gradually strengthening, took the blue out of one's finger tips and gently warmed the clear, silent morning.
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