Our two infantrymen had come to the spot where the hare had fallen, very nearly half-way between the French and the German lines.  One of them stooped down and got up again proudly brandishing his victim in the enemy’s faces.  At once there was a burst of applause from the German lines.  They called out:  “Kameraden!  Kameraden!”

This was going too far.  I saw two unarmed Prussians leave their trench and come forward, with their hands raised towards the two Frenchmen, so I consulted G.:  “Ought we to fire?  I confess it would be rather unpleasant for me to order our fellows to fire upon these unarmed men.  On the other hand, can we allow the least intercourse between the barbarous nation that is still treading our soil and our good brothers-in-arms who are pouring out their blood every day to reconquer it?”

Fortunately, the officer who commanded the Saint Thierry artillery, and who had observed this scene with his glasses, spared me a decision which would have been painful to me.

Pong!  Pong!  Pong!  Pong!

Four shells passed, hissing, over our heads, and burst with admirable precision two hundred yards above the German trenches.  The artillery officer seemed to have placed with a delicate hand the four little white puffs of smoke which, equidistant from each other, appeared to mark out the bounds in the heavens of the frontier line he wished to forbid the enemy to pass on the earth.  The Germans did not fail to understand this graceful warning.  With cries of rage and protest, they ran back to their shelters, and our Frenchmen did the same.

And, as though to mark the intentional kindness of what he had just done, hardly had the last of the spiked helmets disappeared behind the parapets, when again the same hissing noise was heard, and, pong! pong! pong! pong! four shells dropped, this time full upon the whitish line formed along the green plain by the upturned earth of their trenches.  In the midst of the smoke, earth and rubbish of all kinds were seen flying.  Our Chasseurs cried “Bravo!” Everyone felt that the best solution had been found, and rejoiced at this termination of the brief Christmas truce.

And now our minds were free to rejoice in the great day itself in company with our good troopers.  In the night there had arrived, well packed in smart hampers, the bottles of champagne which Major B. had presented to his men, and we were looking forward to the time, only a few hours hence, when the soup would be upon the table, and we should keep our Christmas by letting off the corks in the direction of the German trenches.

Our young fellow-officers were already anticipating this peaceful salvo, which would certainly be heard by the enemy.

Bradbury, Agnew, & Co.  Ld., Printers, London and Tonbridge.

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