We were to leave for Copenhagen the next morning. However, at ten the next morning we were transferred from the _Abdiel_ to the _Princess Margaret_, a Canadian Royal steamer which had been converted into a mine-layer during the war, and had come into the harbor the night before, on her way to Riga with a cargo of goods. She could not proceed up the river because of the firing. English officers and all were transferred to this ship, because the _Abdiel_ was not leaving and there was no telling when the _Princess Margaret_ would leave. For three days we were kept on this boat. During this time more than a hundred refugees from Riga were added to its list. Eight or nine British cruisers and destroyers were lying at anchor in the Gulf, and on our second morning on the _Princess Margaret_ we learned that the English had given the Germans until that time to evacuate their positions, after which they would open fire. The Germans had refused, and the bombarding began. The _Princess Margaret_ stood out of range, but we could see with glasses the effects of the bombardment, which lasted the whole afternoon, until finally the German guns were silenced and the Letts crossed the river. That evening we heard that the destroyer _Cleopatra_ was sailing the next morning for Copenhagen and England and would come alongside to take mail, and that the English officers on the _Princess Margaret_ were going on the _Cleopatra_. Farbman and I sent Desmond to the captain to get permission for us to go also, which he obtained after some persuasion. The others remained—and may be there still. At eight the next morning the _Cleopatra_ came toward us, but the sea was running high and she could not approach nearer than a hundred yards. A lifeboat was lowered from the _Princess_, our baggage thrown in, and we descended on rope ladders to the swaying and tossing boat below. I am a poor swimmer and the brief but exciting journey to the _Cleopatra_ was occupied in meditation on my escape from shot and shell only to be drowned in the waters of the Gulf. When we finally reached the _Cleopatra_, I was prepared for more delay, any amount of delay. I had grown so accustomed to it that I thought it would save my nerves from further strain to take it for granted. However we started almost immediately. This was Friday morning, October 17th. We reached Copenhagen Saturday, October 18th, at six in the evening. At last I had escaped the roar of cannon and the sound of bursting shells. The relief and the peace of Copenhagen could only be compared with the peace I had found in “Barbarous Soviet Russia.” ----- Footnote C: This was the Army of Von der Glotz. ----- ------------------ APPENDIX APPENDIX SOVIET RUSSIA’S CODE OF LABOR LAWS