sualties and great severity
of cold.

When Phillips fell with the wound which was later to prove fatal,
Pellegrom came up with his platoon to relieve the exhausted platoon, and
"C" Company Yorks arrived on the line from their futile flank march just
in time to join the Americans at 9:00 a. m. in checking the redoubled
counterattack of the hordes of Bolos.

Meanwhile the Polish troops refused to go back into the fighting line to
help stem the Bolo attack. Peremptory order brought two of their Colt
automatics up to the line where for forty-five minutes they engaged the
enemy, but again retired to the rear and assisted only by firing their
machine gun over the heads of the Americans and British battling for
their very lives all that afternoon in the long thin line of American O.
D. and British Khaki.

The Bolo was held in check and at dusk the Americans and British and
Poles withdrew in good order.

This ill-fated attack had met with a savage repulse but no doubt it had
a great effect upon the Bolshevik General at Bolsheozerki. On his right
he had himself met bloody disaster from a company of Americans who had
fought his attacking battalions to a standstill for sixty hours and here
on his left flank was another Company of Americans who had twice
attacked him and seemed never to stay defeated. April sun was likely to
soften his winter road to mush very soon and then these Americans and
their allies would have him at their mercy.

The losses of the enemy were not known but later accounts from prisoners
and from natives of the village, who were there, placed them very high.
In this last attack "H" lost one officer, who died of wounds later, also
one man killed, one mortally wounded and seven others wounded. The
British lost one officer killed, one wounded, two privates killed, two
missing and ten wounded. The Polish Company lost five killed, eight
missing and ten wounded.

Of the gallant Phillips who fell at Bolsheozerki we are pleased to
include the following from his company commander:

"But when he went forward something made me look him over again, and
the look I saw on his face and especially in his eyes, I shall never
forget.

"I have never seen a look like it before or since. It was by no means
the look of a man being afraid (I have seen those looks) nor was it a
look of 'I don't care what happens.' It was a look that made me watch
him all the way out. It made me hunt him up with my glasses, whi