13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German PrisonCaunter, John Alan Lyde
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13 Days: The Chronicle of an Escape from a German Prison
Caunter, John Alan Lyde
Prisoner-of-war escapes; World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
Shortly after this I heard a patrol which I easily avoided in the
corn. Several more dykes, the deepest water in any of them only
reaching to my knees, had to be crossed, and I was once more on arable
land. I must now have been two miles inside Holland, but now again I
heard a patrol. This time a cyclist dashed along the road on hearing
me, I suppose, and once again the same curlew noises began to spread
themselves around me.
However, this time I knew about them and pushed on extremely rapidly,
cutting across country and keeping to the cornfields where I knew I
should never be followed and be very difficult to catch.
I soon left this danger behind, and then struck a pave road and a
railway line. The sleepers were wooden, whereas in Germany they are
iron.
I felt now that I was across, but continued steadily on my way. Seeing
a great number of powerful lights in front of me I made for them, and
eventually reached them, to find that they belonged to a factory
working at top pressure. Around this factory straggled a large
village.
_Tuesday, 3rd July._ Here I found no guards and sat down to wait for
daylight to show me the language of that village as indicated on the
advertisements in the shop-windows. I had got in here at 3.30 a.m. and
at 4.30 knew that the words in the shop-windows were Dutch and not
Boche. What a great feeling of relief and rest it was!
The first man I saw was a soldier on a bicycle, to whom I made myself
known. He was very quick to find me breakfast at the cottage of a
fellow soldier of his. The latter refused all payment, and was an
excellent fellow. Later I reported myself to the local policeman, and
while talking to him heard Fox's voice. He had arrived two hours after
me, after crossing the frontier a mile to the north of where I had
passed the line. We were delighted to see each other, but at the time
were not so tremendously struck by the fact that we had come together
again. Of course it was an extraordinary thing to happen really, but
we only realised that later.
At the moment we only thought of the fact that we were both safely
across and would be home in due course, and that we had had the most
marvellous luck that could well have come our way.
Fox had covered this distance, roughly a hundred and seventy miles as
we did it, in twelve and a half days, and I had taken thirteen days
and a few hours.
CHAPTER XIV
CONCLUSION
Breakfast was given us by the Dutch police official who had been our
welcomer. They were very kind to us at his house, and we managed to
get a small wash and we attempted to make ourselves look a little more
respectable before going on to Rotterdam.
It was the first time I had seen a mirror for fourteen days, and when
I saw what it told me I got a fright. A filthy, scrubby object met my
gaze, and I was not sorry to get a shave that afternoon at the town
before proceeding, and we stayed for the night and got baths.
We met nothing but kindness here.
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