Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, October 2, 1918, Page 5

TUESDAY, OCT. 1, 1918 : ye e - EX-GUNNER AND CHIEF PET (CER-UPSENAVY. a6 OF THE FOREIGN’ LEGION OF FRANCE 2. S7> CAPTAIN GUN TURRET, FRENCH BATTLESHIP. CASSARD ‘. A CROIX DE GUERRE.._ .. {Cero 118 by Ray ae Bon Ca, Tesh Spal Araganer Wi ine Carpe Mao Ada Sr, “WINNER OF THE . CHAPTER IV. On the Firing Line. When I reported on the Cassard after my fourteen days’ leave;I was detailed with a detachment of the legion. to go to the Flanders front. I changed into the regular uniform of the legion, which is about like that of the infantry, with the regimental badge—a seven-flamed grenade. We traveled from Brest by rail, in third-class cars, passing through La Havre and St, Pol, and finally arriving at Bergues. - rom Bergues we made the trip to Dixmude by truck—a dis- tance of about twenty miles. We car- ried no rations with us, but at certain places along the line the train stopped, and we got out to eat our meals, At every raiftoad station they have booths or counters, and French girls work dey and night feeding the Pollus. It was a wonderful sight to see these girls, and it made you feel good to think you were going to fight for them. It was not only what they did, but the way they did it, and it is at things like this that the French beat the world. They could tell just what kind of treatment each Poilu needed, and they saw to it that he got it. They took special pains with the men of the legion; because, as they say, we, are “strangers,” and that means, “the best we have is yours” to the French. These French women, yourg and old, could be a mother and a sweetheart and a sister all at the same time to any hatry old ex-convict in the legion, and do it in a way that made him feel like a lit- tle boy it the time and a rich church | member afterwards. The only thing we did not like about this trip was | that there were not enough stations | along that Une. There is a tip. that} the French engineers will not take, 1 am afraid, mea There is another_thing about the French women that I have noticed, and that is this: There are pretty girls in every country umderethe sun, but the plain girls in France are prettier than the plain ones in other countries. They might not show it in photographs, but tm action there is something about | them that you cannot explain. I have} never seen an ugly French girl who} was not easy to look at. We finally got to Dixmude, after having spent about eighteen hours on the way. On our arrival one company | ‘was sent to the reserve trenches and | my compahy went to the front line’ trench, We were not placed in trains ing camps, because most of us had been under fire before, I never had, but that was not supposed to make any difference. They say if you can stand the legion you can stand. any- thing. | Before we entered the communica- | tion trench, we were drawn up @long- side of a crossroad for a rest, and to receive certain accoutrements. Pretty soon we saw a bunch of Boches com- ing along the road, without their guns, a few of them being slightly wounded. Some of them looked scared and oth- ers happy, but. they ali seemed tited. Then we heard some singing, and pret- ty soon*we could see an Irish corporal stepping along behind the Huns, with his rifle slung over his back, and every once in a while he would shuf- fle a bit and then sing some more. He had a grin on him that pushed his ears back. J t | The British noncom who was de- tailed as our guide sang out: “What kind of time are you haying, Pat?” The Irishman saluted with one hand, dug the other into his pocket and pulled out enough watches to make you think you were in a pawn shop. “Qh, a foin toim I’m havin',” he says. “I got wan from each of thim fellas." We counted fourteen prison- ers in the bunch. Pat sure thought he was rolling in wealth. | After we were rested up we were issued rifles, shrapnel helmets and belts, and then started down the com municdtion trench. These trenches | are éntrances to the fighting trenches | and run at varying angles and vary- ing distances apart. They are nate dom wide enough to hold more than | one man; so you have to march single file in them. They wind in and out, according to the lay of the land, some parts of them’ being more dangerous than others. When you come to a dangerous spot you have to crawl sometimes. | There are so-many cross trenches and blind alleys that you have to-have™ a guide for a long. time, because with- out one » you are apt to walk through an, embrasure in a fire. trenth and right out into the open, between the German front. line and your own. | Which is hardly Worth while! | If any part of the line is under fire, | the guide at the head of the line is on | =“ | on al ‘ga Trop-to the ground and Walt until it bursts. You never get all the time you want, but at that you have plenty of time to think about things while you are lying there with your face in the mud, waiting to hear the sound of the explosion. When you hear it, you know you have got at least one more to-dodge. If you do not hear it—well, most likely yqu are worrying more about tuning your thousand-~ guard—would get killed in the com- string harp than anything else. In the communication trench you have to keep your distance from the man ahead of you. his is done so that you will have plenty of room to fall down in, and beca if a shell should find the trench, there would be fewer casualties in an open formation than in a closed. The German: artil- lery is keen on communication trenches, and whenever they spot. one they stay with it a long time. Most of them are camouflaged along the top and sides, so that enemy aviators can- Buy LIBERTY Bonds to-Kill Kulture.:. . Support Soldiers. Page Five \: ‘Then they start hunting | other, just like, monkeys. | up for this purpose, and is in thig way that a coup! _ to be trench partners and pals for life—which may time at that, | In the! front-line trenehes i comfortable to fall asleep on pet. firestep than in the dugouts, be- cause the cootles are. below, and .they simply you a minute’s rest. are active little~—pests, | _make back scratchers out | weapons that had flexible han never had time to use them when wi needed them most. { We were given bottles of a liquid ' which smelled like lysol and were sup- posed to soak our clothes in it. It was thought that the cooties yess object to the smell and quit ‘work. | Well, a cootie that could stand our clothes without the, dope on them would not be hottiered by a little thing like this stuff. our clothes got so sour iene trenches most of the time, though once in a while, during a heavy hombard- ment, the fatigue—usually a corporal’s munication trenches and we would not have tine to get out to the fatigue and rescue the grub they were bringing. Sometimes you coum not find either the fatigue or the grub when you got to the point where they had been hit. _ But, as I say, we were well fed most of thg time, and got second and third helpings. antil we had to open our belts. But as the Linieys say: “Gaw blimey, the chuck was rough.” They served-a thick Soup of meat and vege- tables in bowls the size of wash ba- sins, black coffee with or without not see anything but the earth or—sugar—mostly without!—and plenty bushes, when they throw an eye down on our lines. We took over our section of the front line trenches from a Freneh line regiment that had been on the job for 24 days. That was the longest time { have heard of any troops remaining on the firing line. Conditions at the front and ways of fighting are changing all the time, as each side igyents new methods of butchering, so when I try to describe the Dixmude trenches, you must real- “1 Got Wan From Each of Thim-Fel- las.” ize that itis probably just history. by now. If they are still using trenciies there they probably look«entirely. dit- fereht. é But when I was at,Dixmude they were something like this: 7 Behind the series of front-line trenches are the reserve trenches; in this case five to seven filles away, and still farther back are the billets. These may be houses or barns or ruined churches—any place that can possibly be used for quartering troops when off duty. Troops were usually-in the front- line trenches six to eight days, and fourteen to sixteen days in the reserve trenches. Then back to the billets for six or eight days, : We were not allowed to change our clothing in the front-line trenches— not even to remove socks, unless for inspection. Nor would they let you as much as unbutton your shirt, unless there was an inspection of identifica- tion disks. We wore a disk at-the wrist and another around the neck. You know the gag about the disks, of course: If your arm is blown off they ean tell who you are by the neck disk; if your head is blown off, they do not care who you are. In the reserve trenches you ean make ‘yourself more comfortable, but you cannot go to such extreme lengths of luxury as changing your clothes en- tirely. That is for billets, where you spend most of your time bathing, changing clothes, sleeping and eating. Believe me,-a billet ‘is great stuff; it is like a sort of temporary heaven, Of course you know what the word “cooties” means. Let us hope you ‘will never know what the cogties themselves mean. When you get in or near the trenches, you take a course in the, natural history of bugs, lice, rats and every kind of pest that has ever been invented. - It is funny to see some of the new- comers when they first discover a cootie on them. Some of them cry. If they really knew what it was going when he t0 be like they would do worse ‘than The Daily Tribune Is the Largest Paper in Central Wyoming, Carrie th maybe. of bread. Also, we had preserves in tins, just like the Limeys. If you send any par- cels over, do not put any apple and plum jam in them or the man who gets it will let Fritz shoot him, Ask any Limey soldier and he will tell you the same. FE never thought there was so much jam in the world. No Man's Land looked like a city dump. Most of us took it, after'a while, just to get the bread. Early in the war they used the tins to make bombs of, but that was before Mills came along with his. hand grenade. Later on they flat- tened out the tins and lined the dug- outs with them. Hach man carried an emergency ra- tion in his bag. This consisted of bully beef, biscuits, etc. This, ration was never used except in a real emergency, because no one could tell whem it might mean the difference between life and death to him. When daylight catches a man in a-shell hole or at & listening post out in-No Man‘’s Tand he does not dare to ‘crawl back to his trench before nightfall, and then is the time that his emergency ration comes in handy. Also, the stores failed to reach us sometimes, as I have said, and we had to use the emergency rations. * Sometimes we received raw meat and fried it in our dugouts. We built regular clay ovens in the dugouts, with {ron tops for broiling. This, of course, | was in the front-line trenches only. | We worked two hours on the fire- \ step and knocked off for four hours, \in which time we cooked and ate ahd slept. Thfs routine was kept up night and day, seven days a week. Some times the program was changed; for instance, when there was to be an at- tack or when Fritz tried to come over and visit, but Otherwise nothing dis- turbed our routine unless it was a gas | attack, ? The ambition of most privates fs to become a sniper, as the official sharp- | shooters are called. After a private has been in the trenches for six | months or a year and has shown. his marksmanship, he becdines’ the great man he has dreamed about. We had | two snipers to each company and be- | cause they took more. chances, with | their lives than the ordinary privates | they were allowed more privileges. | When it was at all possible our snipers were allowed dry quarters, the best of food, and they did not have to follow the usual routine, but came and went as they pleased. Our snipers, as a rule, went over the parapet about dusk, just before | Fritz got his star shells going. They would crawl out to shell craters or tree stumps or holes that they had spotted during the day—in _ other words, places where they could see the enemy parapets but could not be seen “themselves. Once in position, they would make themselves comfort- able, smear their tin hats with dirt, get a good rest for their rifles and snipe every German they saw. They wore extra bandoleers of cartridges, since there was no telling how many rounds they. might fire during the night. Sometimes they had direct and visible targets and other times they potted Huns by guesswork, Usually they crawled back just before day- light, but sometimes they were out 24 hours at a stretch. They took great pride in the number of Germans they knocked over, and if our mien did hot get eight or ten they thought they had not done a good night’s..work, Of course it was not wholesale killing, Itke machine gunning, but it was very useful, because our snipers “were al- ways laying for the German snipers, and when they got Sniper*Fritz they saved just so many of our lives, The Limeys have a great little ex- ‘| pression that means “Ca: Mi 4fi le og ze 35 2eeRE é or any dope about mother, but “Carry on, Who: If the’lieutenant “Carry on, Sergeant and so on as far as it goes. ‘words used to mean, “Take the: command and do the job ght.” But now they mean not only that but “Keep up your courage, and go to it” One man will say it to another sometimes whén he thinks the first man is getting downhearted, but if-he is a Limey, he will Fi ek ot. -of course, did not say “Carry ,on,” and in fact they did not have any expression in meant ly the same thing. But iu io each other along, all right, and they passed ulong the command when it was necessary, too. I wonder what. expression the Amer!- ean troops ‘Will use. (You notice I do not call them Sommies!) “ I took my,turn at listening post with the rest of them, of course. A listen- ing Was ee ‘any good position eout in No ’s Land, and is always held by two men. Their job is to keep a live ear on Fritz and in case they hear any- thing that sounds very much like an attack one man runs back to his lines and the other stays to hold back the i an Pm -as he can; You can figure for rself which is the most healthful job. i © ‘They Potted Huns by Guess Work. » As many times as I went on listen- ing-post dutyI never did get to feel- ing homelike there exactly. You have, to He very. still, of course, as Fritz is Histening, too; and a move may mean +a bullet in the ribs. So, lying on the grcund with hardly a change of posi- tion, the wholé lower part of iny body would-go to-sleep before I had been at the post v Tong. I used to Brag ga Ist pfast I ediild I had niy ots the er, Wi suited me-alf right. But every ‘time I got jto a listening post and started ; to think abont what I would do if Fritz should come over and wondered how good a runner hé was, I took a long breath and said, “Feet, do your duty.” And I was strong on duty. After I had done my stunt in the front-line and reserve trenches I went back with my company to billets, but had only been there-for a day or two before I was detached and detailed to the artillery position to the right of us, where both the British and French had mounted naval guns. There were guns of all calibers there, both naval and field pieces, and I got a good look at the famous “75's,” which are the best guns in the world, in my estima- tion, and thé one thing. that saved Verdun. siete ! The “75's” fired 80 shots 2 minute, where the best.the German guns could do was six. The American three-inch field piece lets go six times a minute, too! The French government owns the | Secret of the mechanism that made this rgpid fire possible. When the first “75's" began to roar, the Germans knew the French had found a new Weapon, so they were very anxious to get one of the guns and learn the secret, Shortly afterward they captured eight guns by a mass attack in which, the allies claim, there were 4,000 Ger- man troops killed. The Boches studied the guns and tried to turn out pieces like them at the Krupp factory. But somehow they could not get it. Their {mitation “75's” would only fire five shots very rapidly and then “cough”’— puff, puff, puff, with nothing coming out. The destructive power of the “75's” is enormous. These guns have saved the lives of thousands of poilus and Tommies and it is largely due to them that the French are now able to beat Fritz at his own game and give batk shell for shell—and then some. CHAPTER V. With the “75's.” A My pal Brown, of whom I spoke de- fore, had been put in the infantry when he enlisted in the Legion, gbe- cause he had served in the United States infantry. He soon became a sergeant, which had been his rating (n the American service. I never saw tiim in the trenches, because our dut~ fits were nowhere near each othér, but whenever we ‘were in billets at the same time, we were together as much as possible. Brown was a funny card and I never Saw ahyone elsé much like him. A big, tall, red-headed, dopey-looking fel- low, never saying much and slow in everything he did or said—you would never think hé atnounted to much or was worth his salt. The boys used to call him “Ginger” Bro both-on ac- ich tions, | nearer the guns than that. ‘used to thank Fritz for helping them count of his tea halr and his slow movements. But he would pull a sur- prise on you every once In a while, like this one that he fooled me with. One morning abott dawn we started out for a walk through what used to be Dixmude—plles of stone und brick and mortar. There were no civvies to be seen; otly mules and horses bring- ing up casks of water, bags of beans, chloride of lime, barbed wire, ammu- nition, etc. It was a good thing we were not superstitious. At that, the shadows along the walls made me feel shaky sometimes, Finally Brown said: “Come on down; let's see~the ‘75's.’” At this Hme I had not; seen ® “75,” except on A train going to the front, so I took him up right away, but was surprised that he should know where they were. After going half way around Dix- mude Brown sald, “Here we are,’”and Started right into what was left of a We Started Right Into What Was Left of a Big Hause, big house. I kept wondering how he would know so much about it, but fol- lowed him. Inside the house was a Passageway under the ruins, It was about seven feet wide and fifty feet long, I should judge. At the other end was the great old “75,” poking its nose out of a hole in the wat The gun captain and the crew were sitting around-waiting the | Word for action, and they seemed to know Brown well. I was surprised at that, but still more so when he told me I could examine the gun if I ywanted to, just as if be owned it. So I sat in the seat and trained the cross wires on an object, opened dnd ‘closed the breech and examined the recoil. < Then Brown said: “Well, Chink, You'll see some,real gunnery now,” and they passed* the word and. took sta- My eyes bulged out when I saw Brown take his station with them! “Silence!” is about the first com- mand a gun crew gets when it is going into action, but I forgot all about it, and shouted out and asked Brown how he- got to be a gunner. But he only grinned and looked dopey, as usual. ‘Then I came to and expected to get a call down from the officer, but he only grinned and so did the crew. It seems they had it all framed to spring on me, and they expected I would be surprised. So we put cotton in our ears and the captain called the observation tower a short distance away and they gave him the range. Then the captain “called 4128 meters” to Brown. They placed the nose of a shell in a fuse adjuster and turned the handle until it reached scale 4128. This set the fuse to explode at the range given. Then they slammed the shell into the breech, locked it shut and Brown sent his best to Fritz. ‘The barrel slipped back, threw out the shell case at our feet and returned over a cushion of grease. Then we received the results by telephone from the observation tower. After he had fired twelve shots the captain said ‘to Brown, “You should never waste your- self in infantry, son.” And old dopey Brown just stood there and grinned. That was Brown every time. He knew ubout more things than you could think of. He had read about gunnery and fooled around at Dixmude until they let him play with the “75's,” and finally here he was, giving his kindest to old Fritz with the rest of them. I neyer saw a battery better con- cealed than this one. Up’on the ground | you, couldn’t see the muzzle twenty yards away—and that was all there was to see at any distance. There was a ruined garden just outside the gun quarters, and while the gunners were there picking apples there would |be a hiss and an explosion, and over would. go some of the trees, or maybe a man or two, but never a shell struck The poilus pick the apples, because the explosions would bring them down tn gpeat style. Shells from our heavy artillery passed Just over the garden, too, making an awful racket. But they were not in it with the “75's.” They gave me a little practice with a “75" under the direction of expert French gunners before I went to my 14-inch naval gun, and, believe me, it was. a fine little plece. Just picture to yourself a little beauty that can send a 88-pound shell every two sec- onds for five miles and more, if you want it to, and land on Fritz’ vest button every time, There, is nothing I like better than a gun, anyway, and I have never since been entirely satis- than a “75. As you probably know, the opposing artillery in this war is so widely sepa- rated that the gunners never see their targets. unless these happen to be buildings, and even then itis rare. So, since an artillery officer never sees the enemy artillery or infantry, he must depend on others to give him the range and direction, For this purpose there are balloons and airplanes attached to each artil- lery unit. The airplanes are equipped with wireless, but also signal by smoke and direction of flight, while the balloons use telephones. The ob- servers have maps and powerful glasses and cameras, Their maps are marked off in zones to correspond with the maps used by the artillery officers. The observations are signaled to a receiving station on the ground and are then telephoned to the batteries. All our troops were ‘equipped with telephone signal corps detachments and this was a very iniportant’ arm of the service. The enemy position is shelled before an attack, either en barrage or otherwise, and communica- tion between the waves of attack and the artillery is absolutely necessary. Bombardments are directed toward certain parts. of the enemy position almost as accurately as you would use a searchlight. The field telephones are very light and are portable to the last degree. They can be rigged up or knocked doWn in a very short time. The wire is wound on drums or reels and you would be surprised to see how quickly our corps established com- munication from a newly won trench to headquarters, for instance. They were asking for our casualties before we had finished having them, almost. Artillery fire was directed by men whose duty it was to dope out the range from the information sent them by the observers in the air. Two men were stationed at the switchboard, one man to recelve the message and the other to operate the board. As soon as the range was plotted out it was telephoned to the gunners and they did the rest. 4 The naval guns at Dixmude wei mounted on flat cars and these were drawn back and forth on the track by little Belgian engines. After I had been at my gun for sey- eral days I was ordered back to my regiment, which was again in the | front-line. trenches. My course was | past bott@the British and French lines but qa:te a distance behind the front | lines, | Everywhere there were ambulances and wagons going backward and for- ward. I met one French ambulance that was a long wagon full of poilus from a field hospital near the firing line and was driven by 1 man whose left arm was bandaged to the shoul- der. Two poilus who sat in the rear on guard had each been wounded in the leg and one had had a big strip of his scalp torn off, There was not a sound man in the bunch, You can imagine what their cargo was like, if the convoy was as used up us*these chaps. But all who could were sing- ing and tatking and full of pep. That is the French for you: they used no more men than they could possibly spare to take caré of the wounded, but they were all cheerful about it— always. Just after I passed this ambulance the Germans began shelling a section of the road too near me to be comfort- able, so I beat it to @ shell crater about twenty yards off the road, to the rear. A shrapnel shell exploded pretty near me just as I jumped into this hote—I did not look around to see how close it was—and I remember now how the old minstrel joke I had heard on board ship came to my mind at the time—something about a fellow feel- ing so small he climbed into a hole and pulled it after him—and I wished I might do the same, I flattened my- self as close against the wall of the crater as I could and then I noticed that somebody had made a dugout in the other wall of the crater and I started for it. The shells wefe exploding so fast by that time that you could not Hsten for each explosion separately, and just as I jumped into the dugout a regular A Regular Hail of Shrapnel Fell. hall of shrapnel fell on the spot I had just passed. It was pretty dark in the dugout and the first move I made I bumped into somebody else and he let out a yell that you could have heard a mile. It was a Tommy who had been wounded in the hand and between curses he told me I had sat right on his wound when I moved. I asked him why he did not yell sooner, but he only swore more, He surely fhe bombare s the bit about this time, and 1 thought; would have a look around. I did get out of the crater entirely, Lf moved around ont of the dugout un’ I_ could see the rend I had been o ‘The first thing I saw was a broke down wagon that had just been hit vin fact, it was toppling over when n eye caught it. The driver jump from his sent and while he was in ti air his head was torn completely fro his shoulders by another shell—t « not know what kind. This was enou; for me, so back to the dugout. How the Germans did it I do m know, but they had found out abo that road and opened fire at exact the moment when the road was cc ered with wagons and men. Yet the had not been 2 balloon or airplane the sky for some time. After awhile the bombardme moved away to the east, from whi direction I k e, and I kr batteries we! tting it. The and I came out of the dugout. As started climbing up the muddy sid - I saw there was a man standing the of It, and I could tell by b puttees that he was/a Limey. I w having a hard job of it, so withe looking up I hailed hyn. “Ww shelling do you mean,” s& the legs, without moving, “Thert been none in this sector for sor time, I think.” The Tommy was right at my he by this time, and he let out a stri of language. I was surprised, too, a still scrambling around in the mad. Then the Tommy let a “Gawd ’¢ us!" and I looked up and saw that t legs belonged to a Limey officer, major, I think. And here we hod be cussing the eyes off of him! But he sized it up right!y and ga us a hand, and only laughed when ~* tried to explain. I got rattled a told? him that all I saw was his le Wind that they did not look like an o cer’s legs, which might have made worse, only he was good-natured abe it. Then he said that he had be asleep in a battalion headquarters dt out, about a hundred yards awa only waked up when part of the re edinon him. Yet he did not kn he had been shelled! I went on down the road a stret but soon found it was easier walkt beside it, because the Huns had’shel it neatly right up and down the mid¢ Also, there were so many wreck horses and w: ns to climb over the rond—besides dead men. After I had passed the area of ¢ bombardment and got back on ft road I sat down to rest and smoke. couple of shells had burst so near? crater that they had thrown the d t into the dugout, and I was from the shock. While I v ting there a squad of Tomm up with about twice their number German prisone The Tommies been making Fritz do and they started ther they suw me sitt fs good for a 1 we step. I after the One thing I had noticed about Fr was the way his coat fi out ati bottom, so I took this chance to f out about it, while they halted for rest just a little farther down the ¢ It st time, t call it ti ted it. h any they fellow. who inve guess road. I found that they carried th emergency kits in their coats. Th | kits containéd canned meat, tobac | needles, thread and plaster—all t in addition to their regular pack. Then I drilled down the road so |more, but had to stop pretty soon let a column of French infantry sw on to the rpad from a field. Tt Were on their way to the trenches re-enforcements, After every t | companies there would be a wag | Pretty soon I saw the uniform of | Legion. Then a company of my re | ment came up and I wheeled in w them. We were In the rear of the ¢ umn that had passed. Our boys w going up for their regular stunt in ; front lines, while the others had j arrived at that part of the front. ‘Then for the first time my feet ; gan hurting me. Our boets were m: of rough cowhide and fitted very w t but it was a day's labor to carry th |! jon your feet. I began lagging behi I would lag twenty or th ys ‘ behind and then try to catch up. 1° |f the thousands of men a i of : r 1 < i kept np the steady pace and very {/ liaped, though they had been on march since 3a.m. It was then ab Jil a. m. Those who did limp w carried in the wu But I had s very few men besides the drivers } 1 ing in the wagons, and I wanted be as tough as the next guy, so I k on. But, believe me, I was sure g when we halted for a rest along road. That is, the re-enforcements d Our company of the Legion hat come from so far, and when the fr 4 ‘ ms. of the column had drawn out of way along the road we kept on fill as the ing is. I did not care ab being tough then, and I was ready the wagon. Only now there were no weago | They belonged with the other troc So I had to ease along as best I co for what seemed like hours—to feet—untit we turned off onto anot road and halted for a’ rest. I for out later that our officers had g¢ astray and were lost at this ti J though, of course, they did not us so. We arrived at our section of trench about three o'clock, that af noon and I rejoined my é¢ompany. was all tired out after this trek found myself longing for the Cass and the rolling wave, where'no Mi thons and five-mile hikes were ne sary. But this was not ‘tn store me—yet. TO_BE Latest . 7