fine enough to justify us
in declaring ourselves satisfied.

[Illustration: A PICTORIAL MAP SHOWING THE FARTHEST GERMAN ADVANCE, THE
HINDENBURG LINE AND THE LINE AT THE TIME OF THE ARMISTICE: NOVEMBER 11,
1918]

[Sidenote: The American troops do magnificent work.]

[Sidenote: Peers of the world's best soldiers]

The work done in their debut, by the American troops in conjunction with
our own, was magnificent. They fought against victorious soldiers sure
of success, and whipped them. They were engaged on a difficult terrain.
In the south they were obliged to cross a broad river and wide valleys,
to scale cliffs bristling with defensive positions. In the center they
were confronted by a confused entanglement of broken ground, hills and
ravines, woods and open fields, bisected by a deep valley half-concealed
by trees. In the north they became acquainted with the snare formed by
plateaus falling abruptly away into the wolf-trap of ravines, where the
enemy, lying in ambush, refused to give ground. The Americans triumphed
over all these obstacles, and deserve to be reckoned the peers of the
best soldiers in the world. On the other hand, fighting as they have
fought in these countrysides, so typically French in their simplicity
and grandeur, and seeing all their charms foully outraged, our
attractive villages destroyed, our churches--graceful masterpieces, in
almost every case, of the Middle Ages--desecrated and shattered, they
have come to understand France better; they have had a share in her
misfortunes and in her hopes.

Copyright, Atlantic Monthly, December, 1918.

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Throughout the war Germans persisted in the assumption that by nightly
raids from bombing machines and Zeppelins they could spread terror among
the Allies and weaken their morale. They did succeed in killing a large
number of defenseless men and women, but this was the only result of
these attacks. A vivid account of these night raids is given in the
narrative following.

NIGHT RAIDS FROM THE AIR

MARY HELEN FEE

[Sidenote: Thousands of automobile trucks.]

When the first offensive began to the north of us, we, who were
stationed in the American Canteen at E----, not more than fifteen miles
from Rheims, were thrilled by the sight of the thousands of automobile
trucks, which like a mighty river flowed ceaselessly by our canteen
carrying French troops up to the English front; and we grew sad when