The Irish Nuns at Ypres: An Episode of the WarColumban, M., Dame
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The Irish Nuns at Ypres: An Episode of the War
Columban, M., Dame
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
‘When I heard the door shutting behind me, and the key turning in
the lock, in spite of all my efforts, the tears came to my eyes. I
was then really out of the enclosure--back again in the world--after
twenty-seven years spent in peaceful solitude. The very sight of
the steps brought back the memory of the day when I mounted them to
enter the Monastery. I hesitated.... There was still only the door
between us, but no! my duty lay before me. I must prevent Lady Abbess
returning; so, taking courage, I started off with Hélène, who was
trying all she could to console me. I followed her blindly. As we
advanced, the traffic increased more and more. Motor-cars, cavalry,
foot-soldiers, cyclists, passed in rapid succession. On the pavement,
crowds of fugitives blocked the passage. Old and young, rich and poor,
alike were flying, taking only a few small packets with them--their
only possessions. Mothers, distracted with grief, led their little
ones by the hand, while the children chattered away, little knowing
the misery which perhaps awaited them. And the soldiers! they never
ceased. The Allies, in their different uniforms, passed and repassed
in one continued stream, while the motor-cars and bicycles deftly
wended their way between soldiers and civilians. I was stupefied,
and thought at every moment we should be run over; but my companion,
amused at my astonishment, assured me there was nothing to fear. We
had called on the burgomaster for our passports; but he was absent,
and we had been obliged to go to the town hall. After that, I called
on M. le Principal du Collège Episcopal, our chaplain, to state that
it was impossible to obtain a carriage (as I had arranged with him
that morning), owing to our poverty, and that I should therefore
be obliged to go on foot. He approved of our undertaking, and even
advised me to take the whole community straight away to Poperinghe. I
told him I must first prevent Lady Abbess from coming back; but that,
once at Poperinghe, I intended certainly to look out for a convent
which would receive us all. The British ambulance was established in
the college, and it seemed really like barracks.
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