The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-09-30
AN ENGLISHWOsIAN'S
DESCRIPTION OF ANTWERP
Especial Dispatch by the Internation-
al News Service)

EuS41Sn WOMAN, MISS Louise MACK, q
well known writer OF fiction has writ
ten the following vivid description Of
this ancient seaport in war time.
Antwerp again has won the spotlight
in this war. 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
ZeppeIins have brought the city into
prominence by bombarding it from
the skies at night. Miss Mack
writes:
Slowly, painfully, thru the blaz-
ing summer day, our long, brown
train goes creeping towards Anyersi
The name has grown into 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 toward
their other fortified city that we
English know as Antwerp, or else
directing their desperate, maddened
flights to the Intellectual peace and
security of the far off and mysteri-
GUS Angleterre.
See them at every station crowd
ing 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 he 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
compartment is packed and on we go
thru the stiffiing, blinding August
days inwards towards Anvers.
'eAh, but when a soldier comes
along how eager everyone is TO find a
place for him Not one of us but
would gladly give our seat or our
standing room up to tsodat, and
when our wounded soldiers from
aIalines appear at the doors we per
form miracles in that long brown
train. We squeeze ourselves to moth
ing.
"a soldier is talking. How we
lIfsteni Never did divine or stateman
get such a hearing as that blue worn
out, wounded man, white with dust,
clogged with mud, his yellow beard
weeks old on his young face, with
his poor feet in their broken. ravaged
boots, and his red and blue cap
fblackened with smoke and hardened
with earth where he had slept anon
the beets and potatoes.
AT Malines, he is telling us in q
faint voice at intervals / often saw
the king. He was there. He was
lighting. I saw him several times.
/ was quite near him. He had brav-
cry that was magnificent, our king.
! saw a cannon exploding just bare
la yard away from him. Over and
over again + saw his face, always
calm, resolute. hope all is vel
with minnie ended forlornly bur
in battle one knows nothing.
All is well, cry a dozen eager
voices. The King is back at Amt
werp now. He is safe in his palace
with the Queen and the little prin
] cess
Hour after hour goes by. Two
hours wait at Client and we rush il
a .voiture' round the beautiful olt
city. finding everything quite calm
here, and not sign of the Germani
anywhere. We entered the cathed
raj. 1t is Saturday morning bu
crowds of people are there tellin.
their rosaries. Then priest begin
sermon, and l hear words that
am destined to hear again later OF
at Antwerp. Words that have al
ready begun to form the noble key
note to the Belgians' characters
Remember this. my children, say
the little priest, fSeu1 lie silence es
grand la reste est faiblesse. (Onl,
silence is great; the rest is weak
ness.)
Antwerp at last, and the first ",
see of it is a lbeWildering mass o
taxicabs arrayed in the middle o
wide green fields at the city's out
| skirts, for all taxis and motor-car
have been Communicated by the gov
eminent at Antwerp. Near the taxi
is a field of flying machines, biplanes
monoplanes, airships, a nagnifcien
array of aircraft, with the sunlfgh
| gIittering over them like silver TIL
Zeppelin caught them unawares tn