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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS MONDAY, MAY 12, 101
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The Vicious Little
Moon
Copyright. ID13, International News Sortie
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T HEY emerged from the ground,
one, two, three, six. under the
deluge of rain in darkness.
One might have believed that they
came out of the water, for the torrents
of rain, which had been falling inces
santly for more than a month, had made
the plain around Adrianople and De-
vanjaros look likfe a sea.
In the uncertain twilight each of them
looked like an immense bundle of sheep
skin, out of which emerged the barrel of
a rifle. All six wore caps of green velvet
bordered with astrakhan.
It. was a patrol of Macedonians en
rolled In the Bulgarian artny passing
through the line of outposts. Hesitat
ing and uncertain, they moved their
long arms like w indmills, made the sign
of the cross, pointed right and left and
peered about cautiously.
A Branch for a Signal.
Fifty paces away a branch stuck into
into the ground and reflected in a pool
of water began to move back and forth
The Macedonians started toward the
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| hole from which this signal was given.
It was the abandoned trench. Sergeant
Naritch and his five Bulgarian, soldiers
were down there and had given them
the signal.
The six Bulgarians loved the six
Macedonians.
Since the beginning of the investment
these twelve men were in the habit of
meeting in the hour of twilight when the
guns became blind.
They met in the abandoned trench
which was no longer used. There they
sat down close together in the deep mud.
They exchanged only few words: “The
war is going to last a long time!’’ or
“May the Lord give the Turks into our
hands,” was the burden of their re
marks.
Then they sat silent and pondered
until It was time to separate and each
party went back to its camp.
i Depressed and Melancholy.
, On this night they felt unusually de-
; pressed and melancholy. The incessant
rain, the everlasting cold and the en-
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“The war will never end,” said Ka-
loub, making a wry face.
“Never,” said Naziff, and yawned like
a hungry wolf.
They all bowed their heads and spat
into the mud, then, as always happens
when men are downhearted and de
pressed, they began to talk about mys
terious things.
“The moon looks like a crescent to
night,” said Kaloub.
“A bad sign,” said Alexis, the ven
erable brigand, who knew everything
between life and death. “It is a vicious
little moon.”
And he told the legend of the vicious
little moon which kills all thoee upon
whom it looks.
They raised their heads and gazed
furtively toward the sky.
“One must not tempt the moon.” said
Potrof, who was newly married, al
though his hair was gray. “Woe unto
us all.”
“I am sleepy,” said Raff plaintively,
like a child.
Let Us Go Back.
“Let us go back,” growled Alexis,
and stuck his bayonet into his boot.
The Macedonians left one at a time.
The Bulgarians looked after them and
regretted they had let them go. They
remaned in the abandoned trench, op
pressed by a vague sense of danger,
afraid of the moon that was looking
down upon them, half senseless with
fatigue and superstition.
Each was dreaming his own dreams.
Sergeant Naritch saw his litle house
and his wife in her gayly colored dress.
He saw her looking at a golden-haired
girl. He felt the fragrance of the flow
ering hedges and saw the long rows of
willow trees standing like sentries along
the bank of the brook.
Suddenly he raised his head with a
jerk and rubbed his eyes. He could
see nothing now but the darkness and
the slender crescent of the moon.
He shook himself. What were they
thinking of? It was late. Little Fath
er Colonel w r ould surely hear them com
ing back.
“Come along, boys; we must get back
to camp,” he said.
Crawled From the Trench.
The others yawned, stretched their
,limbs and crawled out of the trench.
They marched through the muddy
pools with the rain beating into their
faces and soaking the fur of their heavy
sheepskin coats. From time to time
they glanced at the moon.
They stopped. They had lost their
way. It was the moon, the vicious
little moon, which had led them astray
with its treacherous light.
They shuddered and started again,
tramping through the mud. Time and
again they nearly fell into the deep
mudholes made by the bursting shells.
Half an hour passed and still fio sign
of lights or campfires.
Suddenly a shot rang out.
The sergeant raised his head, looked
about and listened.
“We are inside the Turkish lines,”
he said.
“We ought to have set out when the
Macedonians left,” growled Kaloub;
"they know their way here and would
not have wandered astray.”
"Look,” said Dlplovitch, “there are
some soldiers over there watching us.”
Felt Like Howling.
And at the faint light of the moon
they dimly made out some figures a
short distance away. The Bulgarians,
now quite convinced that the vicious
little moon had led them into an am
bush, felt like howling with superstitious
fear.
In a low voice Naritch commanded;
“Fire!”
The enemy was quicker and fired
first.
With a groan, Petrof, the newly mar
ried. fell t*o the ground like a log.
The firing was kept up by both sides,
and men dropped where they stood.
The last man to remain standing
finally sank to the ground. He thought
he heard somebody whisper his name
from among those he had shot down.
Then everything was silent.
Toward morning a passing patrol
found the dead bodies of six Mace
donians and six Bulgarians, who had
been led astray hy the vicious little
moon, that kills those jpon whom it
1 looks.
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Copyright, 1913, IntemtUonal News Service.
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