Archangel: The American War with RussiaCudahy, John
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Archangel: The American War with Russia
Cudahy, John
World War, 1914-1918 -- Russia (Federation) -- Arkhangelʹsk
The enemy had a complete battery of three inch pieces, which he was
free to bring up to the edge of the woods beyond the village, and
down the river on rafts and improvised gunboats he floated three six
inch guns and two Nine Point Two naval pieces, and for days with this
combined armament he smashed and blasted until many of the houses
became a riot of shredded and splintered timbers, and it was only a
question of time before the garrison would be decimated utterly.
On 14th October the Bolsheviks attacked the defensive positions with
great vigor, but were thrown back in complete repulse with many
killed; yet that night and in the first morning hours the defenders
slipped away in the darkness, for under unhindered bombardment the
place had become a death's trap where all must eventually perish.
After this escape in the night there was a heart-breaking drag
through the mud, until late the next day the tired Allied soldiers
found harbor in Toulgas some fifteen miles back. Toulgas is typical
of the North Russian village, a group of bedraggled log houses
huddled together on a hill, which bends down in a long easy slope to
the plain, where, like Seltzo, a stream comes out of the forest and
margins another cluster of huts on the flat ground which the moujiks
call Upper Toulgas.
This stream is deep and numbingly cold, and has cut an abrupt channel
through the yielding soil so that fording it is a difficult feat at
best. For an enemy to make the attempt in daylight would be
suicidal. In darkness, any considerable numbers cannot fail to give
the alarm. A road comes down from the hill and crosses a wooden
bridge to the forward village. Watching the bridge is the inevitable
white church, and its gaudy minarets, consciously aloof and superior
in the poverty of the scene. In the setting of dun barren ground the
white edifice flashes in undefiled purity against a low shrouding
sky, more black than gray, which rests upon the darker tufted forest.
[Illustration: The fighting Canadians]
Across the road is the priest's house, like the others of bark
stripped logs, differing from the others only in its greater size.
With a little barricading the walls of the priest's house were secure
against the lead of small guns, but it was death to stay there during
the avalanche of high explosive shells that was poured out by the
Bolshevik gunboats.
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