"Rubbish, straw, and dead horses were strewn through all the streets when the King and the army came in. The shooting was still going on. There was a jam of commissariat wagons at the bridge--you know there is a bridge across the Save. The Austrians couldn't get across fast enough, there was so much confusion--too many wanting to get over at one time. The Serbian artillery was shooting at them all the time. Presently the middle of the bridge went down. The men and the horses and the carriages and the wagons all went down together. They were pinned down by the masses of stone, but there were so many of them that they filled up the river and stuck up above the water. It was so bad that our people couldn't clear it up--so there is an awful odor all over the town. "She says that the Austrians brought 17,000 wounded, thinking that they were going to stay for months--and perhaps for ever. They turned over quantities of them to Dr. Ryan at the American Red Cross Hospital. "General Franck, the Austrian commander, made a remark--and he must have made it to Dr. Ryan, although my sister doesn't say so. General Franck said: 'If the Russians had fought the way the Serbians have, there wouldn't be an Austrian soldier left!' "That's a good deal for the head of the Austrians to say, isn't it? We always expected victory; but even the most optimistic of us were surprised at what our peasant soldiers did. "In the flight, the Austrians could not take care of their wounded, she says, and sent them back to Belgrade, many of them, as prisoners. Many must have died during the flight, too, for they got a jolting that wounded men can't stand. "Our brother, who was a professor of chemistry, is a Sergeant now in charge of two German Krupp guns, which were captured from Turkey in the other war. He is at Banovo Brdo, a residence section outside Belgrade, on a hill. All the villas have been destroyed by the Austrian artillery fire. "And," continued Miss Losanich, "she says that the toys sent by the Americans were received in Nish and distributed to the poor children for Christmas, and that the feeling of cordiality toward the Americans is growing fast." THE DRAGON'S TEETH BY CAROLINE DUER Oh, sunny, quiet, fruitful fields of France, Golden and green a month ago, Through you the great red tides of war's advance Sweep raging to and fro. For patient toil of years, Blood, fire and tears Reward you now! The dragon's teeth are sown, and in a night There springs to life the armed host! And men leap forth bewildered to the fight, Legion for legion lost! "Toll for my tale of sons," Roar out the guns, "Cost what it cost!" This is a "holy war"! A holy war? With thousand millions maimed and dead! To show one Power dares more than others dare-- That higher rears one Head! How will you count your gain, Lord of the slain, When all is said?