Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1915-01-01
Eighty Thousand Innocents Born
in War-Mothers Scrape Empty
Tin Cans Thrown from German
Camp Kitchens.
rT'w or three little pictures before
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l really Begin
1t was the Pas de Calais at the END
OF october--en october blessed. In
this year OF dread, with clear, cool.
bracing weather. much like our own
indian Summer. Around turn In the
road came strange, shuffling multi
luds, doubly strange in that wel-or-
dercd landscape.
AT the head marched an old woman
IA stalwart, alght-backcd Flemish
woman vigorous In spite OF her
sixty y ears Beside her walked boy
OF not more than twelve, his figure
already settling into a peasant solid
ity. He, like the old woman, car
ried on bis back bundle wrapped in
sheet And between them they
dragged by the hand little girl not
more than six years old-hait car
ried her, since now and then she
raised her feet from the ground ana
let them support her.
BEYOND TEARS,
II was plain t. see why shs nfted
her feet. Her poor little shoes, heavy
though they had teen In tho begin
ming. were worn clear through Her
clothes and hair were matted with
dirt. and her face was gray with It..
save for the streaks made by her
tears She had stopped crying now:
the time with all these refugees,
Young and old. when they get beyond
tears.
Behind followed the rest Of the
refugae caravan, like these leaders,
except for minor details. or course
there was not among them man OF
vigorous yearr-only 6 few grand
fathers, trudging along beside their
women folk. Mainly, 1t was a col
lection OF young children--ali. like
the little girl IN the leading party,
beyond tears and misery.
A MONTH OF FLIGHT.
dozen Of the women. AT least.
carried babes in arms who had some
row survived the miseries of days
and days OF walking. These were the
last OF the Belgian refugees to pour
into France. They came mainly
from that thiekiy settled. fertile once
prosperous southwestern strip along
which Germans and allies we're now
eghting for the bridge-heGd OF the
NSer.
But not all Some OF them as
learned from the few who had the
aergy TO talk-lived further north.
month before they had fed from
ne German advance after the capture
81 Antwerp: and they had been fee
ing ever slnce--sleeping In the fields
through rain and shine, eating what
bread OF charity Heaven only knows.
BABE BORN IN TENT.
The tail of the procession. fosnd,
had halted at q crossroads beside
which some one had erected tent
from blankets strung on sticks. As l
approached, wondering what this
might be, an automobile came whiz-
zlng down the road at seventy miles
an hour--there are no speed laws for
military automobiles In time OF war
II stopped beside the tent; there was
a barley and a man In Belgian uni |
form wearing a Red cross brassard |
on his arm alighted.
What is lt---what Is happeningT |
I asked the frst OF the refugees be-
side the tent--an old man who |
crouehed in the gutter,
"Un enfdnt---a baby is being porn,~ |
he said briefly. The man in uniform |
was a Belgian surgeon taking time |
from his work Of repairing death to |
assist in giving life.
Again: 1t was the next day inI
Calais-Calais, once SO busy and so
venerable. and In spots so pretty. but
now faced and dirty with the passage |
OF armies Ten thousand of these |
refugees came into Calais that day. |
That day, also, tho RED Cross was |
bringing IN Relgian wouaded by the !
thousand there had re-h serious !
hghtins along the User.
HERDEp ON THE PIERS
The refugees. herded or escorted by |
the police, streamed down the streets
to the concentration yards prepared
for them on tho docks o. the French |
Government, which was going to
transport them to the Midi as soon as
1t could get the steamers. You would |
hear now and then the foot OF an |
automobile horn, and tho refugees |
wonld make way for the passage OF a |
motor-car loaded to capacity with the |
white faced wounded The car would |
go on, and the refugees would close
their gaps and resume their weary, |
nerveless pace.
At the concentration yards they sat
in family groups, the children hud- |
4led about their mothArs and grand