The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-02-20
CHAPTER xXlI-Continued.


regular prison barracks four hundred
Russians and Belgians were buried.
Most of them had died from cholera,
typhoid and NEGOTIATIONS. We heard
from the prisoners there before us that
the Germans had come through the
camps with word that there was an
epidemic of black typhus and cholera
and that the only thing for the men to
do was to take the serum treatment to
avoid catching these diseases. Most OF
the four hundred men had died from
the NEGOTIATIONS. They had taken the
Germans word, had been inOculated
and had died within nine hours. Which
shows how foolish it is to believe
German. None of us had any doubt
but what the serum was poisonous.
The second day that we were In the
regular camp the Germans strung
barbed wire all around our barracks.
They told us we had q case Of black
typhus among us. This was nothing
more nor less than bluff, for not one
of us had typhus, but they put up the
wire, nevertheless, aud we were not
allowed to go out.
One day when was loaf1ng around
our barracks door and not having any
thing particularly important to do.
packed q nice hard SNOWFALL and land
ed it neatly behind the ear of little
sentry not far away. When he looked
around he did not blow his whistle but
began hunting for the thrOwer. This
was strange In a German sentry and
thought he must be pretty good stuff.
When he looked around, however, all
he saw was a man staggering around
as If he were drunk. The man was
the one who had done the throwing, all
right, but the sentry could not be sure
of it, for surely no man would stay
out in the open and invite accidents
like that. But still, who had done 1t?
So just kept staggering around,
and the sentry came up to me and
looked me over pretty hard. Then l
thought for the first time that things
might go hard on me, but 1 figured
that If quit the play acting it would
be all over. So staggered right up
to the sentry and looked at him drunk
emily, expecting every moment to get
one from the bayonet.
But he was so surprised that all he
could do was stare. So I'stared back,
pretending that saw two of him, and
otherwise acting foolish. Then I guess
he realized for the first time that the
chances of anybody being drunk in
that camp were small-at least for the
prisoners. He was rubbing his ear
all the time, but finally the thought
oh hn
to laugh. I laughed, too, ard the first
thing you know he had me doing it
again-that is. the imitation. One
SNOWFALL was enough, I figured.
used to talk to him quite often
after that. We had no particular
love for each other, but he was gamer
than the other sentries, and he did not
call me schweinhund every time he saw
me, so we got on very well together.
His name must have been Schwartz, I
guess, but it sounded like "Swatts'' to
"Chink" to him, as everybody else
called me that.
One day he asked me If I could
speak French, and said yes. Italian !;
yes. Russian; yes. No matter what
language he might have mentioned I
would have said yes. because I could
smell something in the wind, and
was curious. Then he told me that if
/ went to the hospital and worked
there. might get better meals and
would not have to go so far for them,
and that my knowing all the languages
said I did would help me a great
opsd ho 3nk
Evidently he had been told to get a
man for the place, because he ap-
pointed me to it then and there. He
put me to work right away. We went
over to one of the barracks, where a
case Of sickness had been reported,
and found that the invalid was a big
Barbados negro named Jim, a fire.
man from the Vo1taire. At one time
Jim must have weighed $50 pounds,
but by this time he was about two
pounds lighter than a straw hat, but
still black and full of pep. Light as
he was, was no "white hope" and it
was all could do to carry him to the
hospital. Swatts kept right along be-
hind me, and every time would stop
to rest, he would poke me with a
only OAOOAA saw III O0E-
maryland laugh and point to his ear.
Then I thought it was a frame-up
and that he was getting even with me,
but was in for it then, and the best
could do was to go through with it.
But was all in when we reached the
hospital. The first thing I saw when
we got in the door was another negro,
also frop Barbados, and as tall and
thin as Jim had once been short and
fat. This black boy and I made a
great team, but I never knew what
his name was. always called him
Kate, because night and day he was
whistling the old song, "Kate, Kate,
Meet Me at the Garden Gate" or words
to that effect. have walked up many
a night and heard that whistle just
about at the same place as when had