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♦ i FEARFUL CARNAGE NEAR RIVKIi. Fearful carnage outside Paris was descrihed by a driver of tho Royal Artillery, who was invalided home. He says: " Tho most awful work of all began where we were posted to resist the German.rush ou PariF. There wove, limes when it looked as if they werei going to bear us down again by their old trick of pouring an endless stream of men and horses and guns to crush us by sheer bnito force. Our infantry held their ground witli ama/.ing pluck, and gave the Germans the soundest dressing down you ever saw every timet they came on. On one slope leading to a, position where our guns were posted the ground was sodden and slippery with blood, which was like a river at "the foot, where there was an everinereasing pile of dead and dying and wounded. The fiercest lighting took place when the Germans tried to force a. passage of tho river at, various points. As they came up the lords—every one of which was commanded by our artillery ♦and bodies of picked French and British riflemen —they were galled terribly by the rifle fire, and we kept plugging them with shells as fast as we could. For a. while it didn't seem to be anv use, for as one man fell' another stepped forward to take his place, but ho only struggled on a few yards before falling in his turn before the fire we poured on them. They had evidently made up their minds to get the pontoons into position tegnrdlos,s of cost in lives. The first party got theirs into position nicely, and then came rushing across it like a swarm of bees rushing out of their hive to see what was wrong. A shell from a French batten - hidden on our left dropped right on to them, and the thing went toppling into the river with its human load, being earned down stream under a, henyy rifle and shell lire. The same thing went on the whole day, until we sick of tho sight, and mist= of blood were floating before our eyes, and the cries of tho drowning men were always ringing in our ears. That was tho daily programme as I saw it- until I got hit and was sent home."

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THE PARIS DEBACLE, Evening Star, Issue 15643, 6 November 1914

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THE PARIS DEBACLE Evening Star, Issue 15643, 6 November 1914