One of the officers, a lieutenant, was in the sailors' foot regiment the first time the Germans entered Antwerp, and told of the civil populace throwing large rocks, flat irons and cooking utensils down on the soldiers' heads while they were marching into the town, and spoke as if this was a grave breach of the Marquis of Queensbury's rules as to how to conduct a war. After many of the brave Teuton soldiers had been wounded in this undignified and unwarlike manner, they withdrew and the artillery bombardment followed. From other sources I have heard that this regiment marched up the street taking pot shots at anybody, male or female, who happened to look out of a window or door. I judged from this man's conversation that this sailor regiment shipped to stop bullets and not flat irons and other nameless weapons. One afternoon I asked Commander Nerger for permission to talk to some of the men, saying it was not healthy for a man to sit around all day and not say a word to anybody. This he granted, so after that I could hold short conversations with a good many members of the crew, and in a short time had practically the run of the ship. It was absolutely forbidden, however, for me to talk to any of the other prisoners who had been on board the _Wolf_ for a long time and knew of its various mine-laying activities. Our meals were served in our cabin, on dishes taken from the _Beluga_; in fact, for the first month a good deal of our food was _Beluga's_ food. Little delicacies that I had bought for our own use, such as potted meats, jellies, crackers and a case of wine, were reserved for our own use by the purser of the _Wolf_ at Commander Nerger's suggestion. One of the most valuable foods to us, taken from the _Beluga_ and reserved for our use, was four cases of canned milk of the liquid variety, which proved very beneficial to the wife during her sickness, and also was greatly appreciated by Nita. The doctor, thinking probably that the black bread would prove too strong for Nita's stomach, endeavoured to have the ship's baker make a small quantity of white bread for her, but unfortunately the baker could not make a success of the wheat bread and the effort was given up. As far as I could see, this black bread, while being far from palatable, was very wholesome and nourishing. I should like to state here that my family and myself were treated with the utmost courtesy and consideration by the Commander himself and his officers while we were prisoners. I am not speaking for the poor devils down below aft, nor of our treatment while under the charge of Lieutenant Rose on the Jap prize ship _Hitachi Maru_, or later on the Spanish prize _Igotz Mendi_, which was decidedly different.