The streets looked dead; there were notices on all the walls, in French, from the _Kommandantur_. People saw us go by without a word. One woman, who stepped forward to give us some bread, was roughly pushed away by a soldier. Then we halted in a square, near the town hall. The bombs from the aeroplane had fallen there, a shop had been gutted, and dead horses were lying in a pool of blood. We were tired out, and stretched ourselves on the ground. The townsfolk, who were allowed to come near us, brought us provisions, chiefly bread and fruit. Our escort seized them and ate their fill, then beat off the crowd with the butt-ends of their rifles, and off we marched again. I saw some women crying. We had not much farther to go. We were taken to the goods station, where the Bavarians handed us over to some big Saxon soldiers--quite young fellows--who handled our poor flock somewhat brutally. There were all sorts and conditions in this flock which we found there, filling the station, soldiers and civilians and some old men among the civilians. A little lad of thirteen, weeping bitterly, was dragged along by a big fellow in a helmet. The child was found playing in the street with a case of cartridges, and the Boche explained: "_Franc-tireur! franc-tireur! Kapout_,"[9] making a sign to the thirteen-year-old prisoner that he would have his throat cut. That is their mania; they see _francs-tireurs_ everywhere. Night fell. We were famished, for we had only been given a handful of biscuits since the morning, and we were put into cattle trucks. There were forty-six of us in my truck, among them the poor little lad who was a _franc-tireur_ and ten wounded men. The train moved off into the night towards Germany. Where were we going to? The little boy cried all the time. (The French prisoner here describes "The Camp"; "The Germans and Us"; "Fighting Depression"; "Telling How the Prisoners Spend Their Time," with many other interesting anecdotes.--EDITOR.) FOOTNOTES: [8] All numerals relate to stories told herein--not to chapters in the book. [9] _Kapout_, slang in German for "Done for," "dead." WAR SCENES I SHALL NEVER FORGET _By Carita Spencer, Appointed Delegate Extraordinary by Minister Justin Godart, Under-Secretary of State and Head of French Service de Santé_