On a gentle slope, where the tops of pine trees below came up level with the brow of the hill, there was a great excavation, such as might have been dug for the foundations of a château. The front part, facing the valley, was all screened with barricades and covered with evergreens. We entered the excavation from the rear, down winding steps lined on either side with towering trees. These steps were all concrete, as was also the entire bottom of the excavation. The air was very fresh and cool as we descended. Up above the breeze gently swayed the trees, which closed over us so densely, dimming the daylight. I was reminded of a dairy I knew on an up-State farm in New York. I almost looked for jars of butter in the dim recess of the cool concrete cellar. I could almost catch the odor of fresh milk. But in the center of our cavern was a huge piece of mechanism that I recognized as the "something new in cannon." Above the great steel base the long, ugly barrel stretched many yards through an aperture in front, and was covered over with evergreens. The Major described the gun in detail--its size, range and weight of its projectiles. I walked to the front of the aperture to look at the barrel lying horizontally on the tops of the pine trees growing on the slope below. The branches had been carefully cut from the higher trees to give a view over the valley. I got out my field glasses and fixed them on the horizon many miles away--just how many miles away I am also not allowed to say. For a long time I studied that horizon just where it melted into mist. Then the sun's rays brightened it, and I could see more clearly. "Looks like a city out there," I said aloud. "It is," said the artillery Major behind me. I looked again and could dimly make out what appeared to be the spires of churches. "Look a little to the right; you can see a much larger building over there," the Major said. I looked, and a huge gray mass loomed out of the mist. "That's a cathedral," he said. I put the glasses down and walked around to the open breech of the giant cannon, the mechanism of which another officer was explaining. He gave a lever a twist, and the huge barrel slowly moved from right to left over the tops of the pine trees. The officer was saying in answer to a question: "No, we are quiet now. We are just waiting." "Waiting for what?" I asked. "Oh, just waiting until everything is ready." "Then what will you do?" "Oh, destroy the forts, I hope. This fellow ought to account for several," and he patted the side of the barrel. "Will you destroy the city?" I asked. "What for?" he asked. "What good would that do? If we expect to occupy a city we do not want it destroyed. Besides,"--he shrugged his shoulders expressively--"we are not Germans."