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When I escaped from Amiens before the tunnel was broken up and the Germans entered into possession of the town—­on August 28—­the front of the allied armies was in a crescent from Abbeville by the wooded heights south of Amiens, and thence in an irregular line to the south of Mezieres.  The British forces under Sir John French were on the left centre, supporting the heavy thrust forward of the German right wing.

On Saturday afternoon fighting was resumed along the whole line.  The German vanguard had by this time been supported by fresh army corps, which had been brought from Belgium.  At least a million men were on the move, pressing upon the allied forces with a ferocity of attack which has never been equalled.  Their cavalry swept across a great tract of country, squadron by squadron, like the mounted hordes of Attila, but armed with the deadly weapons of modern warfare.  Their artillery was in enormous numbers, and their columns advanced under the cover of it, not like an army but rather like a moving nation.  It did not move, however, with equal pressure at all parts of the line.  It formed itself into a battering ram with a pointed end, and this point was thrust at the heart of the English wing with its base at St. Quentin, and advanced divisions at Peronne and Ham.  It was impossible to resist this onslaught.  If the British forces had stood against it they would have been crushed and broken.  Our gunners were magnificent, and shelled the advancing German columns so that the dead lay heaped up along the way which was leading down to Paris, But, as one of them told me, “It made no manner of difference.  As soon as we had smashed one lot another followed, column after column, and by sheer weight of numbers we could do nothing to check them.”

The railway was destroyed and the bridges blown up on the main line from Amiens to Paris, and on the branch lines from Dieppe.  After this precaution the British forces fell back, fighting all the time, as far as Compiegne.  The line of the Allies was now in the shape of a V, the Germans thrusting their main attack deep into the angle.

General d’Amade, the most popular of French generals owing to his exploits in Morocco, had established his staff at Aumale, holding the extreme left of the allied armies.  Some of his reserves held the hills running east and west at Beau vais, and they were in touch with Sir John French’s cavalry along the road to Amiens.

This position remained until Monday, or rather had completed itself by that date, the retirement of the troops being maintained with masterly skill and without any undue haste.

Meanwhile the French troops were sustaining a terrific attack on their centre by the German left centre, which culminated at Guise, on the River Oise, to the north-east of St. Quentin, where the river, which runs between beautiful meadows, was choked with corpses and red with blood.

From an eye-witness of this great battle who escaped with a slight wound—­an officer of an infantry regiment—­I learned that the German onslaught had been repelled by the work of the French gunners, followed by a series of bayonet and cavalry charges.