" And we, who once addressed him derisively as
"Anarchist," crowd round him and hang upon his lips.
The reason is that in future it is to be a case of--"For every man,
a bomb or two"; and it is incumbent upon us, if we desire to prevent
these infernal machines from exploding while yet in our custody, to
attain the necessary details as to their construction and tender spots
by the humiliating process of conciliating the Bomb Officer.
So far as we have mastered the mysteries of the craft, there appear to
be four types of bomb in store for us--or rather, for Brother Bosche.
They are:--
(1) The hair-brush.
(2) The cricket-ball.
(3) The policeman's truncheon.
(4) The jam-tin.
The hair-brush is very like the ordinary hair-brush, except that
the bristles are replaced by a solid block of high-explosive. The
policeman's truncheon has gay streamers of tape tied to its tail, to
ensure that it falls to the ground nose downwards. Both these bombs
explode on impact, and it is unadvisable to knock them against
anything--say the back of the trench--when throwing them. The
cricket-ball works by a time-fuse. Its manipulation is simplicity
itself. The removal of a certain pin releases a spring which lights an
internal fuse, timed to explode the bomb in five seconds. You take the
bomb in your right hand, remove the pin, and cast the thing madly from
you.
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