THE ROAD.

Cromwell Argus, Volume L, Issue 2649, 24 November 1919, Page 7

THE ROAD.

SHOWING THAT A STILL ROAD MAY RUN DEEP.

It stretches from the little town of A to the little village of B, behind the enemy's lines—a long, brown, curving road, raised slightly above the level of the fields.

To the close observer it has a somewhat unnaturally trim appearance. But to the aviator who looks down upon it, scanning the countryside and taking photographs, it appears to be just an ordinary road, with little to distinguish it from the countless others he has soared over. "Not much doing there," says the observer. "Carry on ! Wait a moment, though," * * * * The O.C. fusses around l contentedly., Nothing has happened to disturb his serenity. No alarming reports, no tales of big enemy concentrations. He makes a tour of inspection, and the men remark on his good humour. "What's happened to the old 'un ?" inquired Private Jones. "Twins ?'* "Napoo !" retorts his- companion. " 'E's jest 'appy. 'E's a peaceful bloke, bar when 'is blood's up, and 'e likes it quiet. '"• But five minutes later the colonel's eyes nearly pop out of his head. A young airman stands before him, a new man, and very much alive. The colonel listens to him incredulously, but intently. No theory, however wild, can be ignored in war time. Suddenly he makes up his mind. Orders are snapped out, telephones grow busy. The eager young airman re-ascends into his natural element, keeping , his mysterious communication with some, tufts and branches far beneath him. Something ominous is poking its nose* through a small gap in those branches.

Boom ! Crash ! The ominous thing is barking. Smudges and some smoke swirl skywards, and with extraordinary accuracy land plump in the middle of the inoffensive raised road stretching from the little town of A to the little village of B: The road is literally torn asunder, and mingled with the din sounds the rent of split canvas. And a company of German soldiers marching below scatter wildly through the heavy, tent-like atmosphere. In a very few minutes the real road is revealed, and) the canvas is flattened beyond recognition !