Tonopah daily bonanza. [volume] (Tonopah, Nev.) 1906-1929, 1914-10-03
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ANTWERP, Oct 3.-An English
woman, Miss Louise Mack, well
known writer of fiction, has written
the following vivid description of
this ancient seaport in war time. Ant
werp again has won the spotlight in
this war. The town has become the
haven Of thousands of refugees. Bel
CLANS. British and Americans. The
capital Of Belgium was transferred
here from Brussels, and German Yep
pelins brought the city into promin-
ence by bombardlng il from the skies
at night. Miss Mack writes:
Slowly painfully. through the blaz-
ing summer day, our long brown train
goes creeping towards Anyers. An
yers! The name has grown into an
emblem of hope in these sad days,
when the Belgans are fleeing for
their lives from their little homes
among the fiat green pastures, fleeing
towards their own fortified city that
we English know as Antwerp, or else
directing their desperate, maddened
fights 10 the ineffable peace and Sc
curity of the far off and mysterious
Angleterre.
in In they crowd, herding like
dumb driven cattle. and always the
poor white-faced women with their
wide. innocent eyes have babies in
/ their arms and children Juggling at
their skirts. Wherever we stop we
/ find the platforms lined ten deep, and
by the wildness with which they
/ fight their way into the already
crowded carriages one knows the
/ pent up terror in these poor simple
hearts. They must get in, they must.
+ Whatever happens they must get in
side that train And soon every com
partment Is packed and on we go
through the sitting binding August
day inwards towards Anvers
"Ah, but when a soldier comes
along how eager everyone is to find
place for him. Not one of us but
would gladly give our seat or our
standing room up to a "soldat," ant
when our wounded soldiers from Ma
lines appear at the doors we perform
miracles in that long brown train
We squeeze ourselves to nothing.
A soldier is talking How we lis
tent Never did divine or Statesman
EtA SUM a Htdliuk do Aiidl DihN WI II
out. wounded man, white with dust
clogged with mud, his yellow bearC
weeks old on his young face, will
his poor feet in their broken, ravageG
boots, and his red and blue cap black
ened with smoke and hardened witt
earth where he has slept among tn
leets and potatoes.
AT Malines he is telling US in
faint voice at intervals | often say
! the king. He was there. He wa
fighting | saw MIN several times
II was quite near him He had
bravery magnificent, our king. | say
a cannon exploding just bare yard
from where he was. over and owe
again saw his face, always calm
resolute ! hope all is well with hin
ENDS forlornly-b in battle on
knows nothing
"All is well cry a dozen cage
voices. The king Is back at Antwer
now He is safe in his palace wit
r the queen and the little princes.
Hour after hour goes by. Tw
hours wait at Client and we rus
in "yoiture' round the beautiful oil
city, finding everything quite cal
here, and not a sign of the German
anywhere We entered the cathedra
,e II Is Saturday morning. but crowds
n people are there telling their rosario
Then prizes begins sermon, az
hear words ghat am destined
= hear again later on at Antwer
Words that have already begun
form the noble Keynote 70 the B'
gians characters. Remember tn
my children, says the little priei
Seul lie silence est grand la reste G
be faiblesse tOnly silence is great; I
IN rest is weakness.)
Antwerp 1T last and the first '
see of its is a bewldering mass