Cleveland County herald., 1918-12-05
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 ing a fight with a sentry and giving him a good battle, even though he was armed with rifle and bayonet. We soon learned that unless his pals are around a German will not stand by his arguments with his fists. In other words, if he can outtalk you, he will beat you up, but if he cannot, 1t Is a case of Here comes Heinie going back"
 The Russian prisoners at Dulmen were certainly miserable looking bunch. They spent most of their time wandering around the Russian bar racks, hunting for rotten potato peel ings and other garbage, which they would eat. When they saw Fritz throw out his swill, they would dive right through the barbed wire one after another, and their hands and face and clothes were always torn from it. It was unhealthy to stand between the Russians and their garb- age prey-they were so speedy that nothing stopped them.
 One morning, just after barley-cof- fee time, I came out of the barracks and saw an Australian arguing with the sentry. l was not only curious, but anxious to be a good citizen, as they say, so I went up and slung an ear at them. The Australian had asked Fritz what had been done with the flag that the Huns were going to fly from the Eiffel tower in Paris.
 That was too deep for Fritz, so the Australian answered it himself. Don't you know, Fritz? Well, we have no blankets, you know"
 Still the sentry did not get it. So the Australian carefully explained to me-so that Fritz could hear-that the Germans had no blankets and were using the flag to wrap their cold feet in.
 This started a fight, of course-the German idea of a fight, that is. The sentry, being very brave man for a German, blew his whistle very loudly, and sentrieS came from all directions. So we beat it to the Australian's bar racks, and there I found the second AlnSIlCdA III lliC IlC WttS l OoA Der named Stimson, from one of the Western states. He had heard I was there as well as the Boston man in the Canadian service, but he had been too sick to look us up, and in fact did not care what happened, he was so miserable. He had been wounded sev- eral times, and died in day or two. 1 never knew how he came to be in the Australian service.
 Those two and myself were the only Americans I knew of in this prison camp-whether in Canadian, Austra- Han or French service. The other two had been captured in uniform, so there was no chance of their being released.
 Dulmen was very near the Dutch border and as it was quite easy to get out of the camp attempts at escape were frequent. Most of those who ran away were brought back, though. The Germans were so easy on those who tried to run away that I almost thought they were encouraging them. One chap was doing his ten days in the guardhouse for the sixth time while I was there-that is, he had just about completed his period of detention. He claimed that the sixth time he had really got across the border and was arrested in a little town by the Dutch authorities and turned over to the Ger mans. That is against the law in most countries, but he swore it was the truth. I am not so sure, myself. He got away for the seventh time while I was at Dulmen and was not returned.
 Ten days in the guardhouse is not such a light punishment after all, be- cause water three times a day is all the prisoner received during that time but it is pretty mild compared to some of the things the Huns do.
 One morning 1 thought for sure was going cafard. I was just fed ur on the whole business and sick of do ing nothing but suffer. So l strolled along, sticking my head into barracks doors, sometimes trying to have talk