s of the slowly forward toiling advance into
the mountains which they had seen. On every road leading into Galicia
there was the same picture of a flood rolling steadily on. Everywhere
could be seen the German and Austro-Hungarian troops on the move, men
going into the firing line to fight for days, day after day, with the
shedding of much blood, among the peaks and valleys, under changing
skies.

Here is a word picture of the supply columns winding upward into the
Carpathians to the support of the Teutonic troops furnished by a
German correspondent:

"Truly fantastic is the appearance of one of these modern supply
caravans, stretching in zigzag, with numerous sharp corners and turns,
upward to the heights of the passes and down on the opposite side.
Here we see in stages, one above the other and moving in opposite
directions, the queerest mixture of men, vehicles, machines and
animals, all subordinated to a common military purpose and
organization by military leadership, moving continually and regularly
along. The drivers have been drummed up from all parts of the
monarchy, Serbs, Ruthenians, Poles, Croats, Rumanians, Hungarians,
Slovaks, Austrians, and turbaned Mohammedans from Bosnia. Everyone is
shouting to his animals and cursing in his own language. The whole
mix-up is a traveling exhibition of most variegated characteristic
costumes, for the most part, of course, extremely the worse for wear.
Common to all these are the little wagons adapted to mountain travel,
elastic and tough, which carry only half loads and are drawn by little
ponylike, ambitious horses. In between are great German draft horses,
stamping along with their broad high-wheeled baggage and ammunition
wagons, as though they belonged to a nation of giants.

"Gravely, with a kind of sullen dignity, slow-stepping steers drag at
their yokes heavily laden sledges. They are a powerful white breed,
with broad-spreading horns a yard long. These are followed in endless
rows by carefully stepping pack animals, small and large horses, mules
and donkeys. On the wooden packsaddles on their backs are the
carefully weighed bales of hay or ammunition boxes or other war
materials. Walking gingerly by the edges of the mountain ridges they
avoid pitfalls and rocks and walk round the stiff, distended bodies of
their comrades that have broken down on the way. At times there ambles
along a long row of working animals a colt, curious and restlessly
sniffing. In the m