The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1918-08-22

They could not speak English and
could not speak Flemish, but pointed
to my flying coat and then to the sky
and said "Fleger" (flier), which l
thought would tell them what was.
Whether they understood or were
inundated by the hard-looking APP
pearance, l don't know, but certainly
it would have to be brave old man
and boy who would start an argument
with such a villainOus looking char
acter as stood before them that night
l had not shaved for month, my
clothes were wet, torn and dirty, my
legglngs were gone-they had gotten
so heavy l had to discard them-my
hair was matted and my cheeks were
flushed with fever. In my hand l
carried the rock in my handkerchief
and l made no effort to conceal its
presence or its mission.
Anyway, they motioned me indoors.
gave me my first hot meal in more
than a MONTH True, it consisted only
of warm potatoes. They had been
previously cooked, bat the old woman
warmed them up in milk I'm one of the
dirtiest kettles i had ever seen.
asked for bread, but she shook her
head, although l think it must have
been for lack of ii rather than be-
cause she begrudged it to me. For
if ever a man showed he was finished,
/ did that night. / swallowed those
warm potatoes ravenOusly and dcank
| four glasses of water one after an
other. 1t was the best meal had had
since the banquet" in the prison at
| COurtrai.
The woman of the house was prob
ably seventy-five years old and had
evidently worn wooden shoes all her
| life, for she had callous spot on the
side of her foot the size of half dol
lar and it looked so hard that doubt
whether you could have driven a nail
into it with hammer
AS l sat there drying myself-fOr
was in no hurry TO leave the first
human habitation i had entered in
four weeks-I reflected on my I'M
happy lot and the unknown troubles
and dangers that lay ahead Of me.
Here, for more than month, / had
been leading the life of a hunted
animal-yes, worse than a hunted
animal, for nature clothes her less
favored creatures more appropriate
| ly for the life they lead than l was
clothed for mine-and there was not
the slightest reason to hope that con-
|
Perhaps the first warm food l had
eaten for over a month had released
unused springs of philosophy in me,
as food sometimes does for u man.
| l pointed to my torn and water
soaked clothes and conveyed to them
as best / could that / would be CRATE
| full for an old suit, but apparently
they were too poor to have more than
they actually needed themselves, and
1 rose to go. i had aroused them out
of bed and knew ] ought not to keep
them up longer than was absolutely
necessary.
AS l approached the door / got a
glance at myself in a mirror / was
the awfulest sight / had laid eyes on !
The glimpse / got of myself startled
me almost as much as If 1 had seen a
dreaded German helmet My left eye
was fairly well healed by this time
and / was beginning to regain sight
of it. but my face was so haggard and
my beard so long and unkempt that
looked like Santa Claus on bat
AS they let me out of the door
pointed to the opposite direction to
the one intended taking and started
off i'm the direction l had indicated.
Later / changed my course completely
to throw off any possible pursuit.
The next day was so worn out from
exposure and exhaustion that l threw
away my coat, thinking that the less
weight / had TO carry the better II
would be for me, but when night came
l regretted my mistake because the
nights were now getting colder.
thought at first ii would be better for
me to retrace my steps and look for
the coat had so thoughtlessly dis
carded, but / decided to go on with.
out 1t.
4
that had in my pocket, finally throw.
ing my wrist watch into canal. A
wrist-watch does not add much
weight, but when you plod along and
have not eaten for a month it finally
becomes rather heavy. The mex
thing | discarded was pair of flying
mittens.
These mittens had gotten at Cam
Borden, in Canada, and had becom,
quite famous, as my friends termed
= them "snow Shoes" In fact, they
were ridiculous pair of mittens, bu
the best pair ever had and really
, felt worse when lost those mlttenl
: than anything else. i could not thinl
of anybody else ever using them, so
dug n hole in the mud and burie,
them aud could not help but laugl
: at the thought If my friends could SCI
, me burying my mittens, because the!
r were standing Joke In Canada, Eng