A DEED OF DARING.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 149, 19 November 1914, Page 7

A DEED OF DARING.

INSTANCES OF INDIVIDUAL (MURAGE. • A NAMELESS HERO. London, September 30. A corporal of the West Yorkshire Regiment, now in the hospital at Woolwich, has told a moving talc of selfsacrifice on the part of an unknown private in the Royal Irish Regiment. One morning the Yorkshire Regiment wero sent forward to reconnoitre a little village near Rheims, which they found to he apparently clear of the enemy. They were just beginning to (latter themselves that the Germans had gone away, when out of a house at the end of a long narrow street a man dashed. A second later rifles began to crack, and ere the runner had readied the approaching British, he fell dead. "He proved to be a private of the Royal Irish," said the corporal, "who had been captured the devious day by a marauding partv of German cavalry, and had been made a prisoner at the farm where the Ger'mang were in ambush for us/'

to make a dash to warn us what was in store. He had moTe than ;a dozen bullets in him. "We carried him into a house until the fight was over, and then we buried him next day with military honors. His identification disc and everything' else was missing, so that we could only put over his grave (the spiritual words: AHe saved others; himself he could not save'. There wasn't a dry eye amongst us as we laid him to rest in that little village. "When the Germans saw that their trick had failed, "they made off after some half-hearted shooting. Late the next night, however, they came back in strong force, and fengirt their way into the village. It was in the early morning that we got orders to advance along the street to clear them out. We got along as quickly as we could, but just when we got to the farm where we had the adventure the day Wore, we stumbled on a (party of their infantry. They didn't wait for an introduction, but went for us right away, and we didn't wait long either, I can tell you. "Clearing them out was the toughest job I have ever heen in. They fought like mad men, (lodging -about "from one place of cover to another, and shooting at us from close range. They fired so close that it was like a pistol discharged at your head. The long, narrow street helped them a lot, and we lost heavily. We got them out in the end." i