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Title: 13 days, the chronicle of an escape from a German prison
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Caunter, John Alan Lyde, 1889-
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918 -- Prisoners and prisons, German
Publisher: London : G. Bell and sons, ltd.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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rom the bridge, deciding to post myselfin the bushes close up to it as soon asit became dusk. The bathe passed off 112 13 DAYS without incident, and after all, as itstruck me while I was swimming about,what better disguise could I have thannakedness. If anyone came along I couldact the German very thoroughly, knowingenough of the language to answer anyquestion while swimming. The bathe wasdelightful and refreshed me exceedingly.After dressing I found that it was practi-cally dark, so set off for my hiding-placeclose to the bridge. I got safely to it andlay down in a ditch running through somebushes within ten yards of the beginningof the wooden structure. My plan was to cross as soon as it becamequite dark. I had been there scarcely ten minuteswhen I saw two German women come outof the house at the other end of the bridgeand cross over towards me, followed at somethirty yards by a German soldier. He caughtthem up just opposite me and all three,talking hard, went some forty yards along
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THE FIRST TWO RIVERS 113 the road, and then sat down in the busheson my side of it. Here they were soonjoined by another soldier who came fromthe direction of the camp, as I discoveredon hearing his voice. I was now so placedthat I was actually between them and thebridge, but dared not move, as I was certainto make the bushes surrounding my hiding-place rustle and the dead sticks lying aboutcrack. I waited in hopes that they wouldgo away, but it got quite dark and still thegiggles of the women and the low tones ofthe men continued. At last, at about 11 oclock, the twowomen got up, and after standing talking fora few minutes I heard one of them say tothe men, You must now remain quitequiet! Nicht ? And they answered yes,and I heard them all say good-night and thewomen walked back along the road acrossthe bridge and went into their own house,leaving the two men still in the bushes.I waited for them to go also, but they did 114 13 DAYS not budge. A silence as of the dead cameover everyth

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