A beauty spot of New Jersey, clad in fat trees and voluptuous clover on a still, close night last week . . . now lies prostrated, ravished, wrecked, shivered, torn, blasted. As if razed by ten years' surging warfare, the fields and villages nearby Lake Denmark, shrouded in grey gunpowder dust, welter in the July heat, pocked and gashed by a terrific bombardment.
Last week for nearly two days 16-in. armor-piercing shells, big shells, little shells, powder, TNT, nitroglycerine, depth bombs, whined and slashed wantonly, smashed hamlets in all directions, popped $93,000,000 worth of Government...
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