Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1916-11-03

lAtS4l Ot uOUt LUZ Iut 1nJuIcu. Jill
turned away from the wreck and wan
dered back toward the house where he
had left Marion Marlatt. He went in
through the open door. The house had
become a tiny hospital. and in the spare
o where Marion Marlatt had been
a recruit now lay with a country doc
tor working over him.
where is she-the girl 1 brought
hereY' Jim demanded Of the woman.
"Oh, we brought her about right
quick" the woman boosted. "She
wasn't hurt much-the lovely little
lady. She was only a bit faint and
dizzy"
Where did she goT"
The woman didn't know. She sup
posed the girl went down toward the
wreck. Anyway. she went out by her.
self and quite all right, the woman
thought. though In queer clothes.
The notes of a bugle call echoed over
the field. Jim did not recognize the
call. but its meaning was obvious. The
scattered infantrymen and cavalrymen
were being recalled. Jim returned to
the track. Two more trains from the
west had come up and stopped behind
the troop train which had brought the
cavalry. The headlight of a west
bound train glared at the wreck from
the other side of the river. Other trains
stood in a long line behind II. Some Of
the passengers from those trains from
the east crossed the river and mingled
with the soldiers. These passengers
were refugees, too, of the sort which
Jim had seen in the station at Chicago.
Jim heard first from one of these refu-
gees-a woman-that soldiers under the
direction Of officers were stripping GER
tain Of the dead so that live soldiers
could wear their uniforms.
An hour after sunrise the train at
last got away. BY noon, running
through Ohio, it began to pass trains
full of refugees who had fed from the
coast after 1t was known hat the
American fleet was destroyed. Com
pany F ate NICE during the day. 1t was
at Cleveland, about 8 o'clock In the
afternoon. The train stopped there to
change engines. There were no ar.
rangements made to supply the sol
diers. The company officers learned
that the train would stay there for at
least half an hour, and every one was
told to go out and forage for himself.
Jim gazed out the open window at
his elbow. A wide river with high
banks lay before him-the Hudson a
few miles below Poughkeepsie. A large
passenger steamer of the sort which
ply between New York and Albany
was midstream, steaming north. Its
decks were crowded with people far
beyond any legal limit. Indeed, it was
evident, even from the train, that no
more people possibly could be packed
aboard. A brown freight steamer-an
ocean tramp, whose pilot plainly was
following the deepest channel as shown
by the course Of the Albany boat-was
close behind. 1t carried no cargo. 1t
was high out Of the water, but its
decks were jammed with passengers,
and heads protruded from the open
port.
Other light seagoing craft and har-
Dor boats now appeared. There was a
tug, belching smoke, towing a string
of lighters and scows. People packed
the tugs narrow deck, and the tow
boats were black and speckled with
their human freight. Motor launches
speeded swiftly up the river in the
shallower waters near the graceful pri-
vate yachts which rushed past the
scows. The yachts were private no
longer. The only space which was I'M
occupied was upon the crafts which
were scurrying downstream. Their
decks were absolutely deserted. The
fugitives no longer could be numbered
by the thousands. They were count
less.
"How long have we been passing
that sort of thingT Jim appealed In
amazement to Kilbane.
"Since we've been beside the river"
the Irishman returned. 81 woke be.
yant Albany"
Thousands There must be millions
In fight. Across the river, below the
nigh DduhS, lnc LIdluS OA lAC oCSs
Shore railroad were In plain sight. One
long line Of cars followed another,
freight trains filing the gaps between
passenger trains.
They're hauling population be
freight over there the same as here"
Kilbane observed.
Jim gazed out the windows on the
other side Of his car. A freight train
was passing. Every car was crowded
with people. The traffic on the two
north bound tracks Of the New York
Central was almost continuous Empty
| trains were returning to the great city
on the other south bound track.
They're Smelling New York, we've
heard" Kilbane explained.
"HowT' Jim asked.
Part by airship-dhropping bombs,
va know Part from fha sea-"