I. HOW IT STARTED II. THROUGH BELGIUM III. INTO GERMANY IV. THE LAZARET V. THE PRISON-CAMP VI. ROSSBACH VII. THE ESCAPE VIII. OFF FOR SWITZERLAND! IX. CAUGHT! X. THE CELLS! XI. THE STRAFE-BARRACK XII. BACK TO CAMP XIII. CELLELAGER XIV. OFF FOR HOLLAND! XV. CAUGHT AGAIN XVI. THE INVISIBLE BROTHERHOOD XVII. THE CELLS AT OLDENBUBG XVIII. PARNEWINKEL CAMP XIX. THE BLACKEST CHAPTER OF ALL XX. ONCE AGAIN! XXI. TRAVELLERS OF THE NIGHT XXII. THE LONG ROAD TO FREEDOM XXIII. OUT CONCLUSION ILLUSTRATIONS PRIVATE SIMMONS From a photograph taken since his return to Canada OFFICER'S QUARTERS IN A GERMAN MILITARY PRISON GIESSEN PRISON-CAMP TED BROMLEY, IN RED CROSS OVERCOAT WITH PRISON NUMBER AND MARKED SLEEVE GERMAN PRISON STAMP These stamps are used to pay prisoners for their work and to be exchanged for any money they may have when captured TWO PAGES FROM PRIVATE SIMMONS'S DIARY MAP MADE BY PRIVATE SIMMONS OF THE FIRST ATTEMPT THE CHRISTMAS CARD WHICH THE GIESSEN PRISON AUTHORITIES SUPPLIED TO THE PRISONERS MAP MADE FROM PAPER WHICH CAME IN A PARCEL, WRAPPED AROUND A FRUIT-CAKE FRIEDRICHSFELD PRISON-CAMP IN WINTER MAP WHICH PRIVATE SIMMONS GOT FROM THE CANADIAN ARTIST AT GIESSEN, SHOWING ROUTES OF SECOND AND THIRD ATTEMPTS FRIEDRICHSFELD PRISON-CAMP IN SUMMER A PRISON POST-CARD FROM FRIEDRICHSFELD BEI WESEL, SHOWING COSMOPOLITAN GROUP OF PRISONERS POST-CARD SENT BY PRIVATE BROMLEY FROM THE PRISON-CAMP OF SOLTAU, SHOWING GRAVES OF PRISONERS THREE TIMES AND OUT CHAPTER I HOW IT STARTED "England has declared war on Germany!" We were working on a pumphouse, on the Columbia River, at Trail, British Columbia, when these words were shouted at us from the door by the boss carpenter, who had come down from the smelter to tell us that the news had just come over the wire. Every one stopped work, and for a full minute not a word was spoken. Then Hill, a British reservist who was my work-mate, laid down his hammer and put on his coat. There was neither haste nor excitement in his movements, but a settled conviction that gave me a queer feeling. I began to argue just where we had left off, for the prospect of war had been threshed out for the last two days with great thoroughness. "It will be settled," I said. "Nations cannot go to war now. It would be suicide, with all the modern methods of destruction. It will be settled by a war council--and all forgotten in a month." Hill, who had argued so well a few minutes ago and told us all the reasons he had for expecting war with Germany, would not waste a word on me now. England was at war--and he was part of England's war machine. "I am quitting, George," he said to the boss carpenter, as he pulled his cap down on his head and started up the bank.