Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-22
COL. CRAFT DROPS IN ROAD
She and Two Others Struggle Into
Havre de Grace at Night.
BATTLE HOURS THROUGH MUD
Even Gen. Jones Clings to Post
When Thanking Citizens fer We'll
come-Push on to Bel Air.
BY ETHEL LLOYD PATTERSON.
special Dispatch to Tho Star.

Special Dispatch to Tho Star
HAVRE DE GRACE. Md. February 81
Well. we are still here. For four hour.
between North East and Havre de Grace
it looked bad. 1T seemed as though We
could not make 1t. but here we are, all OF
us. Col. Craft gave in two miles out OF
Charleston and dropped in the road
She was miles behind the other pilgrims
Two others fell by the wayside farther
on. Our little colonel and the others
struggled on after resting awhile at farm
houses and arrived here about O'Clock
last night. after a dismal march in the
dark.
And SO somehow | can no longer joke
about it. The march from Elkton tt
Havre de Grace was a queer, absurd
twisted nightmare; tragedy in cap ane
bells We marched 1t with clinchee
teeth, jaws set until there came little
pains behind the ears; afraid to laugi
lest we should cry. afraid to cry lest W.
should never stop. OF course. there VII
come a time again when other womer
will not laugh at us.
Endangers Pilgrimage.
The Maryland mud is a beautiful color
1t is wonderful deep. soft rose. Where
it is very wet it gets quite pink. Some
times on the sides of the roads it is edged
with tender green moss. To be absolutely
frank, the beautiful. treacherous Mary
land mud came within a hair s-breadth OF
disrupting the pilgrimage.
We splashed into the mud about three
miles out of Elkton; brown branches
dripping with the unexpected thaw;
milky fog over all the streams where ice
was melting. 1t was rather funny 1ol
about a quarter of a mile. Then the mud
became worse.
When we reached North East our little
general was on the verge OF 1a1ntlne.
She entered the sQualid village hotel and
threw herself on a miserable horsehair
sofa and turned her face to the wall. The
halfway rest was too short, but that
could not be helped. Havre de Grace
had to be made before the night came
on We started out. But not until Miss
Klatzschken, our slight corporal had de-
liyered a street speech in North East that
was one of the best she has made since
we started.
Afternoon Also Bad.
The afternoon was as bad and worse
than the morning. AT $3.50 we reached
Charleston 1 was simply starving. 1
saw a small grocery store. The grocer
had some fresh rolls. / bought them and
asked for butter He invited me into the
back of the store to help myself. 1 did.
Just outside of Charleston there Is a
bridge. When Gen. Jones and Mrs. Wend,
one of the older women of the army,
came to 1t they both lay down there in
the road and rested. Pause and consider
that for a. moment. Remember, Gen.
Jones and Mrs Wend are both gentle
women accustomed to be sheltered and
waited upon. i never saw such grit. Per-
haps i shalr never see anything like 1t
again.
Leading into Havre de Grace are two
long bridges. One is for the Pennsylva-
MIA trains, the other a foot bridge. At
$50 Gen. Jones reached the far end of
the foot bridge. She sat down to wait
for some of the rest of the army. At the
end Of half an hour six of the weary
marchers had been collected.