ojectiles means for the hapless inhabitants of the place. The tremendous
force of the impact with which the shells crash down is shown at the same
time by the man seen in the foreground of the photograph standing up to
the waist in one of the gaping cavities in the ground that the shells make
where they strike. In some of the houses they smash through from roof to
cellar.--[Photo. by Illus. Bureau.]

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8--THE ILLUSTRATED WAR NEWS, NOV. 18, 1914.

[Illustration: TOURING IN GERMANY WITH THE PRINCE OF WALES: THE LATE
MAJOR CADOGAN, THE PRINCE'S EQUERRY, WHO HAS BEEN KILLED IN ACTION.]

Major the Hon. William Cadogan, son of Earl Cadogan, and Equerry to the
Prince of Wales, was killed while commanding the 10th Hussars in place of
the Colonel, who had been wounded. Major Cadogan had been sharing in the
work of the infantry in the trenches. He served in South Africa,
and last year accompanied the Prince of Wales, who travelled as the
"Earl of Chester," on a visit to Germany, where our photograph was
taken.--[Photograph by Illus. Bureau.]

Besides, they have sources of inspiration--have our "Tommies"--denied to
their Teutonic antagonists. General von Kluck, Commander of the First
German Army, has described a visit of the dread War Lord to the line of
the Aisne "behind the line of fire"; and the "Hochs" with which he was
greeted by a Prussian Grenadier regiment. But what are those guttural
"Hochs" compared with the ringing cheers which were evoked by the
presence of Lord Roberts on the occasion of his last visit to his old
comrades-in-arms of the Indian Army, now confronting those Prussian
Grenadiers on the line of the Yser? When Lord Roberts was made a Peer,
after his march from Cabul to Candahar, he chose as his heraldic
supporters a Gurkha and a Gordon Highlander, who had done so much to help
him on to victory; and it is pretty certain that he would have desired no
more congenial and appropriate manner of death than he has found, at the
age of eighty-two, as an inspiring visitor to the lines of the gallant
troops of all kinds whom he himself had so often led to victory. It has
been said that no man can be called happy until his death, and certainly
no one was ever more felicitous in the manner of his end than the veteran
hero, the blameless