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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

E. shell.
As they went speeding along the shell-marked road they came upon a huge
trunk of a mighty elm, broken clear from its stump, lying partially
cross their track, which soldiers were already busy clearing away.
Without an instant's pause, the driver wheeled his car off the 'pave',
crashed through the broken treetops, and continued on his way.
Barry looked upon the huge trunk with amazement.
"Did a single shell break that tree off like that?" he asked.
"You bet," was the reply, "and all these you see along here. It's
the great transport road for our front line, and the boches shell it
regularly. Here comes one now," he added, casually.
There was a soft woolly "whoof" far away, a high, thin whine, as from a
vicious insect overhead, with every fractional second coming nearer and
yet nearer, ever deepening in tone, ever increasing in volume, until,
like an express train, with an overwhelming sense of speed and power,
and with an appalling roar, it crashed upon them. In the field on their
left, there leaped fifty yards into the air a huge mass of earth and
smoke.


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