Evening journal., 1914-12-01
Br WILLIAM PHnIp sIMMs.

Hunted lrcrS NldH correspondent
on BOARD THE SALVADOR. Oct.
Q7.-tBy mail to New York)-Ihis rs
literally ship Of misery. We have on
board 1000 Belgian women and babies,
with sprinkling Of old men and boys
bound for La Falico where the Frencn
government is preparing TO take care
. OF them.
All about me, on the rusty deck OF
this huge iron tramp steamer, are the
wars outcasts. Zach is carrying small
bundle. none much bigger than might
contain large pocket handkerchief. The
Salvador, at anchor in the Calais mar
Dor. sits alarmingly, apparently not
drawing more than foot.
ii we ever get 10 sea and blow
comes mp. Wen turn turtle as sure as
fate and don't think many on board
would care. There isn't an ounce oi
freight aboard and NO ballast; but up,
up up the steep and very lofty ladder,
from dock TO deck, stream OF poor
refugees is pouring
Far below as ! look over the railing.
o dinpy looking mob is waiting, each
member of it with paper in hand, prov
ing the holder TO be Belgian and there
fore entitled TO embark on this rusty
old hieh-out of -the-water tramp
Back of me IS n Belgian family; moth
er. two babies, grandfather and grand
mother. They have walked from Ant
werp to Calais The two babies are m
a hamper filled with old clothes
The old folks have taken turns at
the two ends of the stick on which
they had hung the basket holding the
babies. They looked dazed, hungry,
very tired: no doubt they are all that
and more. The children have the
same pinched look l have seen in
thousands Of babies faces in their fix
look one simply can not get used to
see. without feeling a tightening SEN
sation around the heart
Seated on the hatch back Of this
family is a row of people. | think
they are strangers to each other, but
as even members of the same family
are too stricken by the calamity to
converse among themselves, one can
not be sure.
One is a bareheaded woman, per-
haps not more than 22 Better dress
ed and gotten up" some one would
say she was pretty. Now she sat
staring out over the railing at the
roof OF the warehouse a hundred feet
away Her hands are open, lying
loosely in her lap.
Next to her is an old man. perhaps
65, with very scrubby, grayish whisk
ers. He. too, is staring at the ware
house roof On his knees Is a bun
die. done up in a striped material.
Perhaps il might have been a pillow
slip or part OF one at some former
time. Now Il holds a chisel. a claw
hammer. a key-hole saw and a cake
of wax plus other things An old cab
inet-maker probably exiled by the
war. His arms are about the bundle;
unconsciously he grips the thing as
though IL were some treasure which
he cannot afford to lose
Befuddled by the misery they have
gone through. fatigued by their long
tramp afoot. their resistance weaken
ed by the remorseless onrush Of the
war against which It had been use
less TO fight these poor refugees. sill
eni staring, humble chilled and hum
cry. crowd the corroded deck of the
tramp and stay wherever they are put
By WILLIAM PHILIP SIMlIS
United Press Sfa1 Correspondent.
Copyright. 1914. by the United Press)
MEAtX. by Auto TO Paris. Nov. 30.
-General Jonre. commander-in-chief
OF the French army. received me with
other correspondents OF neutral coun-
tries appointed 10 make a tour Of the
battle front az the city hsll here to-
day. He made a special trip from his
Headquarters for that purpose and in
an interview stated the cause Of
France for the neutral countries of
the world.
France did not desire this war. T"
the commander of the French army
said It was thrust upon her. but now
the nation is prepared for any sacri-
fccs and she will do her duty 70 the