Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1919-01-17
Continued from yesterday

Continued from yesterday
1t was amusing to see that Ger
ans face as the news sunk in. or
course, he would not believe it, but
Rist the same he was not quite sure
Just how much truth might be in it.
Thus 1 had my first bit of fun in
captivity. The news that there was
IN American in town drew curious
Soldiers from every quarter, and
Roon 1 had a crowd around me that
Gould have made the monkey-house
N the zoo green with envy. / was
Waiting outside an officers barracks
ar bureau at, the time, and seeing
how curious everyone was my old
tear came back that the time was
not far off when some souvenir
hunter would just naturally ruin
me. 1t was not so much for the dec
orations, l could get others when I
returned to France-whenever that
would be. 1t was of gold watch
and equally valuable gold ring
was thinking. So when the red
tape was finished and 1 was once
moro on the road with a soldier es-
cort, 1 lost no time in getting every
thing valuable and precious-to me
out of sight, letting only the fly
ing badge OF the French on my
coat thinking that surely they
would not take that. l had another
guess coming, for after jolting
along in another bureau where the
same doggone questions We're asked
me- 1t was lieutenant this time
that put the questions and he spoke
English better than 1 did. Unfor-
tunately had a letter in my pocket
with my address on it. 1t did not
tell him much, except the number of
n nf
would do him.
What the Boches in every bureau
were anxious to discover was the
name OF the town near which my
escadrille was stationed. l refused
fatty to give that information, al
though they tried all kinds of clever
ways to make me unwittingly give 1t
away. incidentally, it was this
same bald-headed, English-speaking
Hun that took my French flying
badge and fur suit. Fortunately l
had taken my Lafayette pin off and
put it in my pocket else that would
have gone the way of the others
surely.
Little to Eat
Having had nothing TO eat except
that small piece OF black bread in
the morning l was beginning to feel
hungry and made another demand
/ for something to eat. Surely, said he,
L would be given something imme-
diately. knowing little of the char
4 acter of the Boche at. that time /
felt sure that now L would get
something that would stick to the
ribs. No such luck, for all that l
got was bowl OF coffee, which was
not even hot. As for the taste
we'll, you have no doubt heard the
expression 1t tastes like wood" i
had the expression thoroughly inn
pressed on my palate and l did not
like it at all. Naturally, that did
not satisfy any hunger and to make
matters worse it was growing cold,
aand l had no fur suit anymore. II
L had known what was ahead of
me that night surely l should have
shivered in anticipation, for just at
twilight two strapping big Huns
came in, got the, papers, orders and
directions, took me under their wing
by marching me downstairs, and
first tying a rope around my leg,
ordered me to climb aboard two
seated carriage.
They must have thought an avia-
tor and an American was apretty for
midaole combination because l had
two guards and a driver with me,
besides being tied by the leg. Even
at that they were taking no chances,
for one sat beside me with a cooked
automatic ready in his hand, and a
significant motion with said gun let
me know what to expect if l started
anything. The other sat on the
front seat holding the rope attached
to my leg tightly in one hand and
a cooked automatic in the. other.
With all this preparation for bat
tie and sudden death we started on
no I n
shivering with cold before we had
gone a half mile, l could not but
help admire the scenery, for full
moon shining down on the fields and
forests made quite picture. That
the beauty of the scene was lost on
the three Boches was soon appar-
ent, for suddenly a few whispered
words passed between the driveI
and the guard on the front seat. t..
driver slowed up the least bit, an
the next moment the guard had step
ped swiftly into the road and with
appraised revolver was crying some
comand in his awful lingo. What
he was hollering at 1 made out in
an instant as three dark forms rose
from the roadside where they had
lain fiat on our approach. Why /
don't know for the guard went
through their papers and found
them all satisfactory. Ill hand il
to that guard, he sure had one eagle
eye. Even while he was putting
questions to the three men he had
raised up so abruptly his rowing
eye detected three other ambling
across a field nearby. Apparently
their appearance did not satisfy him,
for he was off like shot again with
revolver and voice upraised. His
believing cry of Halt" Halt"
seemed to have little effect how
ever for the men continued to walk
slowly on. But as he drew nearer
and his anger at being disobeyed
made his voice louder, two of the
men turned and came toward him.
In Hurry
The third man, however turned
off at an angle and increased his
pace. So did. my meddling guard
Something surely was amiss here