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