miniscences here crowd in. It was during the
charge on 445 that Lieut. Stoner missed a dugout door by a foot with his
hand grenade and his tender heart near froze with horror an hour
afterward when he came back from pursuit of the Reds to find that with
the one Bolo soldier in the dugout were cowering twenty-seven women and
children, one eight days old. The red-whiskered old Bolo soldier had a
hand grenade in his pocket and Sergeant Dundon nearly shook his yellow
teeth loose trying to make him reply to questions in English. And the
poor varlet nearly expired with terror later in the day when Lieut. Riis
of the American Embassy stood him up with his back against a shack.
"Comrades, have mercy on me! My wife and my children," he begged as he
fell on his knees before the click of the camera.

Another good story was often told about the alleged "Bolo Spy Dog
Patrols" first discovered when the British officer led his Royal Scots,
most of them raw Russian recruits, to the front posts at 445 to
reinforce "M" Co. "Old Ruble" had been a familiar sight to the
Americans. At this time he had picked up a couple of cur buddies, and
was staying with the Americans at the front, having perpetual pass good
at any part of the four-square outpost. But the British officer reported
him to the American officer as a sure-enough trained Bolshevik patrol
dog and threatened to shoot him. And at four o'clock the next morning
they did fire at the dogs and started up the nervous Red Guards into
machine gun fire from their not distant trench line and brought everyone
out to man our lines for defense. And the heavy enemy shelling cut up
Scots (Russians) as well as Americans.

Here the fall advance on the Archangel-Vologda Railway ended. We were a
few versts north of Emtsa, but "mnoga, mnoga versts," many versts,
distant from Vologda, the objective picked by General Poole for this
handful of men. Emtsa was a railroad repair shop village. We wanted it.
General Ironside who relieved Poole, however, had issued a general order
to hold up further advances on all the fronts. So we dug in. Winter
would soon be on, anyway.

The Red Guards, however, meant to punish us for the capture of this
position. He thoroughly and savagely shelled the position repeatedly and
the British artillery moved up as the Yankee engineers restored the
destroyed railroad track and duelled daily with the very efficient Red
artillery. We have to admit that with his knowledge of the a