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The town was the same as every other I had filmed—burnt and
shell-riven. The place as a habitable town simply did not exist.
German names were everywhere; the names of the streets were
altered, even a French washerwoman had put up a notice that
"washing was done here," in German.
Street after street I passed through and filmed. Many of the
buildings were still burning and at one corner of the Grande Place
flames were shooting out of the windows of the three remaining
houses in Peronne. I hastily fitted up my camera and filmed the
scene. When I had finished it was necessary to run the gauntlet, and
pass directly under the burning buildings to get into the square.
Showers of sparks were flying about, pieces of the burning building
were being blown in all directions by the strong wind. But I had to
get by, so, buttoning up my collar tightly, fastening my steel shrapnel
helmet on my head, and tucking the camera under my arm, I made
a rush, yelling out to my man to follow with the tripod. As I passed I
felt several heavy pieces of something hit my helmet and another
blazing piece hit my shoulder and stuck there, making me set up an
unearthly yell as the flames caught my ear and singed my hair. But,
quickly shooting past, I reached a place of safety, and setting up the
camera I obtained some excellent views of the burning buildings.
Standing upon a heap of rubble, which once formed a branch of one
of the largest banking concerns in France, I took a panoramic scene
of the great square. The smoke clouds curling in and around the
skeleton walls appeared for all the world like some loathsome reptile
seeming to gloat upon its prey, loath to leave it, until it had made
absolutely certain that not a single thing was left to be devoured.
With the exception of the crackling flames and the distant boom of
the guns, it was like a city of the dead. The once beautiful church
was totally destroyed. In the square was the base of a monument
upon which, before the war, stood a memorial to France's glorious
dead in the war of 1870. The "kultured" Germans had destroyed the
figure and, in its place, had stuck up a dummy stuffed with straw in
the uniform of a French Zouave. Could ever a greater insult be
shown to France!
Not content with burning the whole town, the Huns had gone to the
trouble of displaying a huge signboard on the side of a building in
the square on which were these words: "Don't be vexed—just
admire!"
Think of it! The devils!
CHAPTER XXVI
an uncanny adventure