True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 3 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
I then made my way to the appointed spot, where I met the other three
men, also the doctor and a few of our comrades who were "in the know."
Here I received fifteen or sixteen "fat cookies," which I placed in
my haversack, together with a half-bottle of rum. The doctor had
previously given us a small compass, and each of us had a "first field
dressing" in case of wounds, also some boracic powder and a tin of
ointment, which we found very useful on the journey.
And now came the business of the escape. One man was placed at the
point of the triangle, as shown in the sketch, and another at the
base, to signal to us when all was clear. The signal arranged was the
striking of matches. All four of us, after having shaken hands with our
benefactor, the doctor, crept down alongside the fence. It was very
dark, and there was a slight drizzle of rain. The other prisoners in
camp were attending a concert which had been arranged by the doctor to
avert suspicion. As we lay there, waiting breathlessly for the signal,
we could hear the two German sentries talking outside the fence, only
some ten yards away from where we lay. We had to remain motionless for
about half an hour, and needless to say the suspense was very great. At
last, however, the sentries moved, going in opposite directions around
the triangle, and soon afterwards we saw the eagerly-awaited signal.
Franzen, one of my three companions, immediately got out underneath the
wire and through the bush on the outside. The dogs at the farmhouse
about a hundred yards away promptly commenced to bark, and we had to
remain where we were for about ten minutes, dreading discovery all
the time. Maritz, another of my companions, then followed Franzen;
Mackenzie went next, and I followed. Getting underneath the fence was
a rather difficult task, as we had to lie flat on our bodies and drag
ourselves through, each hand being fully occupied holding a water-bag.
When I got outside the fence I rearranged the bushes to cover the gap
we had made, and then made tracks in the direction of a large tree some
fifty yards from the fence, going from here to an old kraal wall where
we had arranged to meet. On arrival there, I found that I had lost one
of my precious water-bottles and the half-bottle of rum in getting
through the fence, but we decided we must go on without them.
"Well, this is the first part of the business finished," said someone,
and then, shaking hands, we set out.
VI--FLEEING ACROSS THE AFRICAN WILDS
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