A Woman's Experience in the Great War
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kestone quay, as I am waiting to go on board t
inks hard for an ans
cratches
t none!" he
epy as the boat starts off that hot summer night, and through
flashes unceasingly, but it is not a comfortable feeling to thin
arded Belgian captain is lo
unt of it," he says despondently to a group of sympathetic War-Correspondent
e Australian War-Correspondent, who is among the crowd. "Al
back our dead," the lit
makes rep
no repl
night, when we get to Ostend at last, and the first
up the Belgian page-boy at the Hotel. In we troop, two English nur
hite lofty rooms with private bathro
gorgeous morning, golden and glittering, that shews
Ost
inds over all their windows. Her long line of blank, closed fronts of houses and hotels seems to go on for miles. Just here and there one is open. Bu
tend seems up and about as I enter the
ard,-shouts, wheels, s
nd runs down the lo
then a motor dashes past us, coming
full o
e is w
d soldier before. I remember quite well I said to myself
erly, these four other big, burly Belgian
bit like my idea of a wounded soldier, and his expression remains unchanged. It is still
Cross ship drawn up at the station pier, and after
down again before m
tation, and another motor car, full of soldiers,
rises to fe
car is drag
hands is shot off, his face is black with smoke and dirt and powder, across his cheek is a dark
e pocket. But there is yet something cruelly magnificent about the fellow, as he puts on that t
ok right into his face, and it is i
ad, blue eyes, arrogant lips, large ears, big and heavy
eally is a splendid devil as he goes strutting down the long platform between the gendarmes, all alone among his enem
Germans have made a sudden sortie, and
ighting them, and a
s to be sent out at once; and then and there it musters in the dining-
n with another Uhlan, who
s, as they raise him just as gently, just as tenderly as they have raised their own wounded ma
orders that all English War-Correspondents will be shot on sight. The Germans will be here any minut
rush back again to England. Among the crowd are Italians, Belgians, British and a couple of Americans. An old Franciscan pr
pri
ns treat priests in thi