when it was yet dark, in order to do a little daybreak scouting before the light should be sufficiently bright to make him an easy target, saw this movement and reported it immediately to General Foch.  That commander, who knew how to use cavalry, ordered a regiment at the gallop to occupy the village of Auberive, on the Suippe, and there harry the advancing column sufficiently to give him time to bring up the light artillery and to bring into action a large body of infantry encamped at Jouchery, five miles away.

Before six o’clock, the cavalry were in Auberive.  The men worked like fiends.  The streets were rapidly barricaded, machine guns hoisted to roofs and other points where they might command a wide sweep of fire.  Then the cavalry rode forward to meet the advancing column.  Not knowing what might be in front of him, the German commander halted, awaiting reports from his air scouts.  The halt was but three-quarters of an hour, but that was of vast importance.  The scouts reported only a regiment of cavalry ahead, but a powerful detachment of French artillery on the road from Jouchery.  The German leader detached 2,000 of the Death’s Head Hussars, his crack cavalry, to cut off, or at all events to delay, the French guns.  He was aware that the artillery would have no anticipation of this and, in the surprise, the guns might be captured.  Meantime, he hurried his advance to Auberive, captured the village, though after another hour’s delay, caused by the resistance of the cavalry, who retreated to St. Hilaire.

Meantime, at St. Hilaire, the surprise charge of the Death’s Head Hussars was launched.  It was scarcely a question of minutes, it was rather a matter of seconds.  But the French artillery knew their light fieldpieces as thoroughly as the Germans were masters of the heavy guns.  In less than two minutes the artillery teams were unharnessed, the guns were in position and the gunners took their places when the Hussars were so near the voices of their leaders could be heard.  Thirty seconds earlier, and the Hussars would have been in among the guns and made a notable capture.  There was just time enough for a man to breathe twice, when the order came to fire.  The Hussars were at less than a hundred yards’ range.  As the shrapnel burst, the front squadrons seemed to stumble and fall.  The ranks were so near that the change from living human beings into mangled pieces of flesh and rags could clearly be seen.  More than one veteran gunner felt squeamish at the sight.  But the rear squadrons, though their horses’ hoofs were squelching in the blood of their comrades of a moment before, never blenched or faltered but swept on at a thundering gallop.  Again the guns spoke, and again.  That was all.  Amid the vines, here and there a writhing figure could be seen, or a wounded horse endeavoring to rise, and here and there a straggler striving to escape.  It was level open country; twice again the guns roared, five rounds in all, and all movement ceased.  The engagement had lasted less than five minutes and of those two thousand splendid horsemen not one escaped.  The French artillerists picked up the wounded and sent them back to Rheims to receive nursing and care, and then hurried on to the action whither they were bound when surprised by the Hussars.