The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1914-10-11
Famous Old Belgian Seaport As
Seen by Miss Louise Mack,
an English Writer.
TRAVELLING WITH REFUGEES
Fleeing In Terror. They Honor Their:
Wounded soidiera-5annerCla
City ie Prepared 90 Repei
the Teutos Poe.
international News service.)

vivid description Of this ancient sea-
port In wartime. which the Germans
ara attacking. The town has become
the haven OF thousands Of refugees,
Belgians, British and Americans. The
capital OF Belgium was transferred
here from Brussels, and German Yep
pelins brought the city into promi-
nence by bombarding It from the skies
at night Miss Mack writes:
"Slowly, painfully, through the blaz-
ing summer day. our long. brown train
goes creeping towards Anvers. An
vers! The name has grown INFO an
emblem OF hope In these sad days,
when the Belgians 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
flights to the ineffable peace and Sc
curity of the far-off and mysterious
'Angleterre.'
See them at every station crowding
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 tugging at their
skirts. Wherever we stop we find the
platforms lined ten deep, and by the
wildness with which they hight their
way into the already crowded carriage
ore knows the pent-up terror In these
poor, simple hearts. They must get
in. they must Whatever happens
they must get inside that train. And
soon every compartment is packed
and on we go through the sitting,
binding August day inwards toward
Anvers.
Room for Soldier Heroes.
"Ah, but when soldier comes
along how eagst everyone is 70 find
place for him. Not one OF us but
would gladly give our seat or our
standing room up to q 'soldat,' and
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 listen! Never did divine or states-
man get such o hearing as that blue,
worn'out, wounded mani, white With
dust. clogged with mud, his yellow
beard weeks old ON his young face,
with his poor feet ia their broken,
ravaged boots, and his red and blue
cap blackened with smoke and hard
eneo WIN eartn where ne mas slept
among the beets and potatoes.
".At Malines,' he is telling us In a
faint voice. at intervals often sayy
the king. He was there. He was
fighting. saw. him several times. I
was quite near him. He had bravery
magnificent, our king. saw q can
non exploding Just Q bare yard from
~nere ne Was. over and over again
! saw nus iace. Always calm. resoiute.
= nope, az az Wen with hirn. ne encs
ioriofniy. 'put In oattie one knows
notnlng.
Alf is well, cry o dozen sager
voices. The king ID back atyAntwerp
now. de is safe In his5 palace.
~. In tl.o GhenE Cathedral.
"Hour after Z. hour hour S1:,, ~ -
hours. wait al t5hans. ana va =, mar, W a.,
.yofture, round nc. haant,n =. Z oia :,
citT. !fintlnr eyervtbiny cnisas .ss.,.
gtisye and not Z. airn of tla -fsarS,,s -
anywhere. We enter the cathedrais
y 70 Saturday morning. but crowds OF
people are there telling their rosaries.
ihen 2 eEleat oegins sermon, and I
neas words tnat \ am destined 20 near
/ ssaln laler on az AnfWerp--words TINT
nav. nave alreaay begun 90 sorm the noble
eeyno.e % sne baislsn character. Re
men menper eaa,. .ais. my enildren. Gays he