han that. For several hours after our departure from
Dixmude he had remained in that inferno. He had missed us when he went
down into the cellar to haul out another wounded man, forgetting that he
had given us the order to start. There he had remained, with buildings
crashing all around him until the German fire had died down a little. He
succeeded in rescuing his wounded man, for whom he found room in a
Belgian ambulance outside the town and walked back along the road to
Furnes.

We clasped hands and were thankful for his escape. This morning he has
gone again to what is left of Dixmude with a flying column. Dr. Munro
and Mr. Gleeson, with Lady Dorothie Feilding and her friends, are in the
party, although in Dixmude German infantry have taken possession of the
outer ruins.

The courage of this English field ambulance under the Belgian Red Cross
is one of those splendid things which shine through this devil's work of
war.

*At the Kaiser's Headquarters*

By Cyril Brown of The New York Times.

GERMAN GREAT HEADQUARTERS IN FRANCE, Oct. 20.--The most vulnerable,
vital spot of the whole German Empire is, paradoxically, in France--the
small city on the Meuse where the Grosses Hauptquartier, the brains of
the whole German fighting organism, has been located for the last few
weeks. After a lucky dash through the forbidden zone of France held by
the Germans I managed to pay a surprise visit to the Great Headquarters,
where, among other interesting sights, I have already seen the Kaiser,
the King of Saxony, the Crown Prince, Major Langhorne, the American
Military Attache; Field Marshal von Moltke, and shoals of lesser
celebrities with which the town is overrun. My stay is of indeterminate
length, and only until the polite but insistent pressure which the
Kaiser's secret police and the General Staff are bringing to bear on
their unbidden guest to leave becomes irresistible.

It was a sometime TIMES reader, a German brakeman, who had worked in New
York and was proud of being able to speak "American," who helped me to
slip aboard the military postzug (post train) that left the important
military centre of L---- at 1:30 A.M. and started to crawl toward the
front with a mixed cargo of snoring field chaplains, soldiers rejoining
their units, officers with iron crosses pinned to their breasts,
ambulance men who talked gruesome shop, fresh meat, surgical supplies,
mail bags, &c. Sometimes the train would spurt up to twelv