one too. Gave me a bad bite, but I killed him. I feel lots better today. Have had some bad dreams lately, but they don't bother me now.
"That rat was tough, though. Think I'll finish this digging and go back to my regiment in a day or two."
"Heaven have mercy! I must be out of my head half the time now.
"I have absolutely no recollection of having written that last entry. And I feel feverish and weak.
"If I had my strength, I think I could finish clearing the entrance in a day or two. But I can only work a short time at a stretch.
"I am beginning to give up hope."
"Wild spells come on me oftener now. I awake tired out from exertions, which I cannot remember.
"Bones of rats, picked clean, are scattered about, yet I do not remember eating them. In my lucid moments I don't seem to be able to catch them, for they are too wary and I am too weak.
"I get some relief by chewing the candles, but I dare not eat them all. I am afraid of the dark, I am afraid of the rats, but worst of all is the hideous fear of myself.
"My mind is breaking down. I must escape soon, or I will be a little better than a wild animal. Oh, God, send help! I am going mad!"
"Terror, desperation, despair—is this the end?"
"For a long time I have been resting.
"I have had a brilliant idea. Rest bring back strength. The longer a person rests the stronger they should get. I have been resting a long time now. Weeks or months, I don't know which. So I must be very strong. I feel strong. My fever has left me. So listen! There is only a little dirt left in the entrance way. I am going out and crawl through it. Just like a mole. Right out into the sunlight. I feel much stronger than a mole. So this is the end of my little tale. A sad tale, but one with a happy ending. Sunlight! A very happy ending."
And that was the end of the manuscript. There only remains to tell Fromwiller's tale.
At first, I didn't believe it. But now I do. I shall put it down, though, just as Fromwiller told it to me, and you can take it or leave it as you choose.
"Soon after we were billeted at Watou," said Fromwiller, I decided to go out and see Mount Kemmel. I had heard that things were rather gruesome out there, but I was really not prepared for the conditions that I found. I had seen unburied dead around Roulers and in the Argonne, but it had been almost two months since the fighting on Mount Kemmel and there were still many unburied dead. But there was another thing that I had never seen, and that was the buried living!
"As I came up to the highest point of the Mount, I was attracted by a movement of loose dirt on the edge of a huge shell hole. The dirt seemed to be falling in to a common center, as if the dirt below was being removed. As I watched, suddenly I was horrified to see a long, skinny human arm emerge from the ground.
"It disappeared, drawing back some of the earth with it. There was a movement of dirt over a larger area, and the arm reappeared, together with a man's head and shoulders. He pulled himself up out of the very ground, as it seemed, shock the dirt from his body like a huge, gaunt dog, and stood erect. I never want to see such another creature!
"Hardly a strip of clothing was visible, and, what little there was, was so torn and dirty that it was impossible to tell what kind it had been. The skin was drawn tightly over the bones, and there was a vacant stare in the protruding eyes. It looked like a corpse that had lain in the grave a long time.
"This apparition looked directly at me, and yet did not appear to see me. He looked as if the light bothered him. I spoke and a look of fear came over his face. He seemed filled with terror.
