History of the 151st field artillery, Rainbow Division, by Louis L. Collins, lieutenant governor of Minnesota. Edited by Wayne E. Stevens, PH. D. Pub. by the Minnesota War records commission.

168 HISTORY OF THE 151ST FIELD ARTILLERY

to take advantage of the sale of delicacies for which they yearned.
For example, at the Casino in Luxemburg $3.60 was the price asked
for a ten-cent cake of chocolate and $4 for two chops.
On Saturday evening, November 30, arrived orders that the
advance be resumed on the next day. Accordingly, at about eight
o'clock on Sunday morning, the regiment began its march over an
excellent, though very hilly, road which made a beautiful horseshoe curve between Reckingen and Lorentzweiler, to the north.
At times those in the lead were able to talk to the men in the rear,
though the latter had miles to travel before they would reach the
spot where the vanguard was. In the afternoon the band gave
another concert. On Monday, December 2, a march of thirty
kilometers - about nineteen miles- through a veritable garden
spot brought them almost to the border by dark.
On December 3, a bleak and rainy day, the Sauer River was
crossed at Echternach, and the 151st Field Artillery stood on
German soil. On the German side of the bridge a small group of
civilians gazed stolidly at the American artillerymen. There
was no demonstration and not a sign of German soldiers. All
was quiet. This region was unharmed by the war; fine horses
were seen plowing in the fields; the people were well dressed;
there was plenty to eat and to buy, although at exorbitant prices.
For six consecutive days the men marched toward the Rhine
through a beautiful, rolling country, but the march was not a
pleasant one. The roads, torn by the heavy traffic of four years
of warfare, and wet with almost daily rains, were almost impassable for guns and caissons. Then, too, there was, to quote one of
the participants in that march, a " succession of hill climbings and
coastings, with hairpin curves every few hundred feet. Towering
mountains rose before you, and a view of a winding road was lost
in forest a short distance ahead. But with a series of twists and
turns and a constant pull up grade after grade, you found yourself on the very top of the forest and the ribbon of road you had
just left below looked like a cowpath. More mountains on all
sides hemmed in your range of vision. There was a majestic
grandeur about it all with its vast, deep silence, and it would have
been more thrilling if one hadn't had to contemplate it all with