Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1918-08-02
VII.
Crawling Through Germany.


The exact spot at which l made my
desperate leap 1 don't know. Perhaps,
after the war is over, someone on that
train will be good enough to tell me
and then l may go back and look for
the dent l must have made in the rock
ballast.
1 have said, I didn't stop very long
that morning after 1 once regained my
senses.
1 was bleeding %profusely from the
wounds caused by the fall, but 1
checked it somewhat with handker-
chiefs 1 held to my face, and 1 also
held the tail of my coat so as to catch
the blood as it fell and not to leave
Itell-tale traces on the ground.
Before L stopped l had gone about a
mile. Then l took my course from the
stars and found that 1 had been going
just opposite to the direction 1 should
be making, but 1 could not go back
across the track there.
Heading west, therefore, 1 kept this
course for about two and q half hours,
but as l was very weak from loss of
blood I didn't cover very much ground
in that time. Just before daylight, 1
came to a canal which 1 knew 1 had to
cross, and I swan it with everything
1 had on.
This swim, which proved to be the
first Of a series hat I was destined to
make, taught me several things.
In the first place, I had forgotten to
remove my w~rist-watch. This watch
had been broken in my fall from the
air, but I had it repaired at Courtrai,
In the leap from the train, the crystal
had been broken again, but it was
still going and would probably have
been of great service to me in my
subsequent adventures, but the swim
across the canal ruined it.
r Then, too, I had not thought to take
my map out of my sock and the water
damaged that, too.
Thereafter, whenever I had any
swimming to do, 1 was. careful to take
such matters into consideration, and
my usual practice was to make a
bundle of all the things that would be
damaged by water and tie it to my
head. In this way 1 was able to keep
them dry.
1t was now daylight and I knew that
it would be suicidal for me to attempt
to travel in the daytime. My British
uniform would have been fatal to me.
I decided to hide in the daytime and
travel only at night.
Not far from the canal I could see a
heavily-wooded piece of ground, and /
made my way there. By this time I
had discovered that my left ankle had
been strained in my leap from the
train, and when 1 got to the woods I
was glad to lie down and rest. The
wound in my mouth had been opened,
too, when 1 jumped, and it would have
been difficult for me to have swallowed
had not the piece of bread, which was
to serve for my breakfast, got wet
when l swan the canal. l found a safe
hiding place in which to spend the
day and l tried to dry some of my
clothes, but a slight drizzling rainfall
made that out of the question. I knew
that I ought to sleep, as l planned to
travel at night, but sore as I was,
caked with mud and blood, my cloth
ing soaked through and my hunger not
nearly appeased, sleep was out of the
question. This seemed to me about
the longest day I had ever spent, but
I was still to learn how long a day can
really be and how much longer a night.
When night came I dragged myself
together and headed northeast.
My clothing consisted of my Flying
Corps uniform, two shirts, no under
wear, leather leggings, heavy shoes, a
good pair of wool socks and a German
cap. I had a wallet containing sew
eral hundred francs in paper money
and various other papers. I also had
a jackknife which l had stolen one