Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1914-12-20
Eighty Thousand Innocents Born
 in War-Mothers Scrape Empty
 Tin Cans Thrown from German Camp Kitchens.

TT wO or three little pictures before ] really begin:
 It was the Pas de Calais at the end of October-an October blessed, in this year of dread. with clear. cool, Aracing weather. much 1ike our own Indian Summer. Around turn In the road came a strange. shufTling multi aude. doubly strange in that well-or- Aered landscape.
 At tho head marched an old woman "A stalwart. straight-backed Flemish woman vigorous in spite of her sixty ysarA Beside her walked boy of not more than twelve, his figure already settling into peasant solid 1ty. He, like the old woman. car yied cn his back a bundle wrapped in ! sheet. And between them they dragged by the hand n little girl. not moro than six years old--han car ried her, since now and then sfe Saiscd her feet from the ground ana let them support her.
 BEYOND TEARS.
 It was plain tc see why she lifted her feet Her poor little shoes. heavy Though they had been in the begin ling, were worn clear through. Her llothes and hair were matted with tirt, and her face was gray with ii, )Ave for the streaks made by her jearsl She had stopped crying now; )ho was beyond that. There comes lhe time with all these refugees, ycung and old. when they get beyond lears.
 Behind followed tho rest of the Afwgee caravan, like these leaders. )xcept for minor details. Of course here was not among. them q man of ,igo-ous yAar--only few grand- )atners, rrudging along beside their Homen folk. Mainly. 1t wa. col hction of young children--all, like hA, little girl in. the leading party, beyond tears and misery.
 A MoNTH cF FLIGHT.
 A dozen of the women. at least. ArrieC babes iu arms who had soane- low survived the iniseries of days Ind days CT walking. These were tho Ast ul t:,e Belgian refugees to pour nto France. They came .nain1y from that .hickly settled. fertile. once prosperous souch hwestern strip along which Germans and allies were now Lighting for the bridge head of the kser.
 But not all. Some of them = as ] learned from the few who had the bnergy to talk-lived further north. \ month before they had fled from Inc German advance after the capture bf Antwerp: and they had been flee hg ever since-sleeping in the fields ehrongh rain and shine, eating what bread of charity Heaven only knows. BABE BORN IN TENT.
 The tail of the procession. found. had halted at a crossroads beside which some one had erected tent from blankets strung on sticks. A I approached. wondering what this might be, an automobile came whiz- Eing down the road at seventy miles an hour-there are no speed laws for military automobiles in time of war. It stopped beside the tent; there was . parlsy and a man in Belgian uni- form wearing Red Gross brassard on his arm alighted.
 What is it-what Is happening?' I asked the first of the refugees be- side tho tent-an old man who crouched in tho gutter.
 "Crn erfQnt-a baby ts being born. Ae said briefly. The man in uniform was . Belgian surgeon taking time from his work of repairing death te aasist in giving life.
 Again: It vas the next day sn CaiaAs-CalAis. once Do busy and % venerable. and m spots so pretty. but now faded and dirty with tho pacsnge of armieA Ten thousand of these refugees came into Calais that day, That day, also, the Red Cross was bringing in Belgian wounded by the thousand - there had been serious fighting alauy tho Xaan
 HEapED ON TME piEsA
 Tho 1efnEeea. herdsd CT eucoTtsd by fhe pol1ca, sGsamsd down tazs streets b tho .concehtra&1on yards prepared for, thsnrasn tho duc,rs o1 tha Branch 0Uusrnrnea'& whirA waC going ts szzmwnr$ tAem to tAs Midi As soon xs it eozld xe4 4hsatsamsrA You wocld na11 upW and than tho toot of an autunuDdh6 horn. and tho refuxoee lN,ould make way for the passage of . motur-car 1pade6 to capacity with tho faced Hopnded Tho car would lE6 nH lnd Ahs reiugees would close
 m1r 81p0 and 'xasums their weary,
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 E A4 th& &Npuaantrs<3on yards they sat
 II n HxoupA ths children hud-