"The Red Glutton"
Maoriland Worker, Volume 6, Issue 231, 21 July 1915, Page 1
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"The Red Glutton"
THE CLOVES OF WAR.
Some "gashes ,, from a book titled ,"THe Red Glutton," by the well-known American, Irine S. Cobb:—
Wo stayed in Louvain three days* and for three days we watched the streaming past of the biggest army we had ever seen, and the biggest army beleaguered Belgium had ever seen, and one of the biggest, most perfect armies the world has ever se<>n. We watched the grey-clad columns pass until the mind 'grew numb at the prospect of computing their number. To think of trying to count them -was like trying to count the leaves on a tree, or the pebbles oil a path. They came and came, and kept on coming, and their iron-shod feet flailed tho earth to a powdor, and there was no end of theih. ... . . Buried so deeply beneath tho ruins of the fort in the last hours of tho fighting that the Germans had been unable to recover the bodies. Even as ho spoke a puff of wind brought to our nostrils a smell -which, once a. man gets it into liie eoso ho well never get the memory of it out again, so long as he has a nose. . . 1 saw an awful nightmare of a man —a: man whose fac» and bare cropped head and hands and shoes were all of a livid, poisonous, green cast. A shell of some now and particularly devilish variety had burst near him, and the fumes which it generated, in bursting had dyed him green. I helped hold his right arm steady while a surgeon took the l>andages off his hand. When tho wrapping camo away a shattered' finger came with it—it had rotted off, if you care to know that detail.
