Gun running for Casement in the Easter rebellion, 1916Spindler, Karl
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Gun running for Casement in the Easter rebellion, 1916
Spindler, Karl
Casement, Roger, 1864-1916; Ireland -- History -- Easter Rising, 1916
He ran across the road into the house and came back at once with the
news that his mother was at home and asked us to come in. W. pretended
to be deaf and dumb, so I alone accompanied the boy, telling him at the
same time that as the weather was so fine we intended to picnic in the
open air, a plan of which the youngster thoroughly approved. His mother
received me with a friendly 'Good-afternoon, sir,' and invited me to sit
down in the kitchen. Then a long conversation about the war and the
'damned Germans' ensued, while the good woman was busy making some
excellent tea. Then she made up a parcel of cream-cheese and bread and
butter wrapped in lettuce leaves, and gave me a big bottle of tea. I
paid a shilling for the whole lot, expressed my thanks, and took leave
of the good people, and then hurried off with my rich booty to W., who
was waiting anxiously for me under a tree. Only at one other time have I
eaten so greedily and so much at one time. That was the day a year
later, when I was released from captivity and a proper meal was put
before me for the first time!
Thus fortified, we continued our journey. But I, first of all, called
the boy in order to get some information from him. I learned in the
course of the conversation that there was a large aerodrome north of
Nottingham, on the other side of the Trent. This was probably correct,
for we had seen several machines flying in this direction. 'Oh,' I said
in astonishment, when he spoke of the big biplane which we had recently
seen and which he said was stationed at Nottingham, 'I thought it was
from the small aerodrome by the side of the railway.'
'Oh, no, sir,' the boy answered, with a smile at my ignorance, 'the
place you mean has been closed for a long time. It was closed about six
weeks ago.'
I very nearly swore. But I restrained myself in time, and took leave of
the boy, saying we still had a long tramp in front of us.
So all our wanderings had been useless. The last news about the
aerodrome had come to the camp about eight weeks previously. It was
undoubtedly correct then. It was our misfortune that the aerodrome had
been closed down in the meantime. Who could have foreseen it? But there
was no time for vain regrets. Besides, we had other information now; so,
up, and on to Nottingham!
CHAPTER XXIX
RECAPTURE
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