vine cultivation was being carried out one could hear the snick of the secateurs as the workers pruned with deft and ad certain hand. Mindful of the superstition that had astonished me earlier in the day, they wore broad-brimmed hats to protect the nape of the neck. And in truth the sun beat down upon these barren, southern slopes with surprising fierceness for the time of year. On the outskirts of the town stood an almond-tree in full bloom, just as I had pictured it, but weariness deprived me of the expected thrill. Footsore and thirsty, I entered a confiserie and called for tea. The sight of a shop, the people who came and went upon their business, the traffic in the street-all seemed strange and unreal in my eyes, like things read in a book; it was difficult to believe that I was really once more moving in the ordinary life of a town. I made my way to the station, and while waiting for the train, looked up at the spot which had been my home for so long. The sky was still intensely blue, and the pines showed up like splashes of ink on the dazzling white background. I thought of my hotel companions still among the con ditions of winter, while I was luxuriating in the warmth of spring. There, too, lying like a brown fir-cone on the snow, lay Elise's chalet, the one homestead of the many clustered here and there on the mountain-side, of which I now knew something. I pictured the sturdy little maiden's return. She would recount her adventures to her parents, not pouring them out in an eager torrent as our children would do, but with decent deliberationas opportunity offered. every word would be repeated and weighed in the balance, and a verdict would be passed. My "Eh bien, voilà," the father would say in the tone of one who makes & concession, "There are good and bad in every nation." That I should be given the benefit of the doubt was the most for which I could hope. The train arrived, and for a moment all was bustle and confusion. Having secured a seat, I lowered the window for a last look, as we steamed out of the station. Good-bye, wonderful life-giving mountains; good-bye, quaint little Elise ; and I started on my journey back to a city that is even larger and more important than la ville. 450 MILES TO FREEDOM. BY CAPTAIN M. A. B. JOHNSTON and CAPTAIN K. D. YEARSLEY. CHAPTER X. As the country before us appeared to be quite deserted, we began to move off a little before 3 P.M. The going was much the same as in the early morning, but what had then been small nullahs became broader and deeper ravines, running across our path at intervals of seven to eight hundred yards. The north sides of the ravines were especially steep. An hour and half after our start we saw ahead of us some men and a string of camels, possibly engaged in contraband affairs with Cyprus. Accordingly we halted under cover of some rooks until we could march again unseen. The rate of marching was slow, hardly two miles an hour, for we were all very exhausted, trudging along in the hot sun, and Grunt was almost fainting. After two hours he had to give up. The terrific blow on his head by the brigand must have been the start of his collapse, and now, after many days of sticking to it, he could go no farther. His head felt very dizzy and and each foot weighed a ton. We knew there must be water in a valley a few hundred yards ahead, as we had seen some trees and a bit of a village. We therefore halted for food in a small nullah, meaning to get to the stream after dark. The dixie containing the mixture of cocoa, rice, and grit was produced, and we had our meal. The grit was & blessing in a way, as one had to eat slowly. Two ounces of rice, tinged with cocoa, does not go far with a ravenous oraving for food. As dusk came on we walked slowly for a few hundred yards to the edge of the river valley, the sides of which were precipitous and impossible to manoeuvre by moonlight. Cochrane and Nobby walked along the edge of the ravine to see if there was an easier descent, but found none. While they were away Grunt told us that he wished to be left behind, as he was afraid of keeping us back. He said that if we left a little food with him he could lie up for a couple of days, till we were clear of the locality, and he would then go to the nearest village, buy food, and make for the coast later,-if he felt strong enough and was not captured. When Cochrane returned we held a council of war and deoided to halt for the whole night. Accordingly we returned to the rice-and-grit nullah, and worked down it towards the main valley until we found a good resting-place. Nobby found a spring of ex of cellent water & short way morning three of us should go there our to the nearest village on the refilled. river in the guise of Germans, By way of medical comfort and buy enough food for the Grunt was given the small party to finish the journey quantity of Ovaltine that re- to the coast, some fifty-five mained and a piece of biscuit. miles away. The Ovaltine had been carried loose in a bag since we started, and was in consequenee as hard as a brick. Johnny tried to out bits off the briek, but the knife edge merely turned on its owner's thumb, so in the end Grant had to gnaw it. On these very cold nights we had a system of what we called snuggling, usually in pairs; in larger numbers if the ground permitted, but only once did the level of our sleeping-place permit of more than two. That was on the following night. This night Grunt's snuggling partner lit a pipe, the best pipe of his life, and listened to poor old Grunt gnawing Ovaltine. It was hard to bear. Fortunately the pipe and the Ovaltine lasted for the same time. Grunt was very depressed. He reminded his partner how at Yozgad one day he, being of massive build and great strength, had prophesied that he would stand the trek worse than any of us. Ellis, as usual, was very restless. He is a noisy sleeper. When he doesn't grunt he snores, and he is not still for a minute. We never heard him whistle in his sleep, but doubtless he does. When lying in hiding by day we had to wake him if any one came at all close to us. At daylight, about 4.30 A.M., we went farther down the nullah to the spring. Here we cooked a two-ounce porridge ration, and then began our preparations for entering the village. The three to go were Grunt, Nobby, and Johnny. Grunt had the best Turkish of our party, so he also had the undying disgrace of playing the role of Hun officer. Nobby and Johnny were the Boche rank and file. It was essential to the success of the scheme that we should make a good impression on the villagers. pipe, villagers. Smartness was our watchword. The theatrical party therefore were allowed to commandeer clothes. Grunt had Nobby's "Gor Blimy " (better known, perhaps, as cap, service dress, mark two, star); Ellis's uniform coat, his own trousers, the Old Man's wristwatch, and Perce's boots-not a bad effort. Johnny had his own kit with the exception of his trousers, an important part of which had remained lazily behind on a rocky slope the second night of the escape, while Johnny energetically slid on. Nobby had Ellis's "Gor Blimy" and boots, the Old Man's coat, and Looney's trousers. The three actors then shaved, washed, put "Vermijelly" grease on their boots to give the latter a false air of respectability, and at Before we went to sleep it was decided that the following 8.30 A.M. were ready for their performance. They They thought they were playing a drama at the time, but looking back it was true comedy. The three set off down the steep goat-track towards the village. It was a tense moment, and we all thought that the evening would most probably find us once more under the orders of some uncivilised Turkish chaouse; for we had decided that if the three were captured in the village the other five would give themselves up. Poor old Cochrane looked very anxious, and it was not to be wondered at. On the seventeenth day of his his former attempt to escape, some two years previously, he and the two other naval officers of his party of three were compelled by starvation to buy food from a shepherd's hut. This man informed on them, with the result that they were taken by gendarmes. Recaptured, they were kept for six months in a filthy prison in Constantinople, untried by any court-martial. When the latter was held, Cochrane and his friends were given a three weeks' sentence, but actually were imprisoned for yet another four months. This is an excellent instance of Turkish justice, and the kind we were to expect should any one make a false move in the village. Grunt, the officer, walked on ahead. Nobby and Johnny, each with an empty pack and haversack on their back, marched behind. Their first glimpse of the village with its two grey-domed mosques and a few hundred houses rather frightened them, for it was a much bigger one than they had expected, and the larger the village the more likely they were to be discovered as impostors. It was, however, too late to turn back. There were men and women working in the fields who had seen them, though they caused no real interest except to small boys, who are inquisitive the world over; so they marched on, Nobby and Johnny keeping perfect step with Grunt at a respectful two paces in the rear. When they entered the village they asked the way to the headman's house. Their story was to be a plausible one. Their German surveying party was composed of one officer and seven men. They had left the railway at Eregli, and, taking to cart transport, were making for Mersina. The carts had unfortunately broken down, and being pressed for time they had marched on. They now wanted a few days' supplies for the party. A hard story to disprove without taking a lot of trouble, and Turks usually avoid taking much. Also, they had that forged document in Turkish, with the office stamp office stamp of Enver Pasha's Ministry of War on it to prove their bond fides; but this was only to be shown as a last resource. After being wrongly directed three times by people who, if questioned further, would probably have said they were strangers to the place, the party entered a shop, and Grunt requested the owner to allow his small boy to show them the way. They were taken to a two-storied timberbuilt house, against the door of which lolled 8 Turkish private soldier. The conventional greetings passed, and the man asked in Turkish if they were Germans, The reply was in the affirmative. To their immense surprise this "simple soldat" in an out-ofthe-way village started talking a very fluent German. It was the limit. The rank and file now came to the fore, and one suggested that the man had misunderstood them. They were not Germans: they were Magyars (Hungarians), and did not understand a word of German, The last part of the statement was untrue by two words, for the three of them compared notes that evening and counted the German words they knew-"Verboten, Schweinfleisch, and Bier" were the sum total. Stepping past the soldier, Grunt led the way into a small hall furnished with some harness and a few carpet saddle-bags. On the left was an open door, which they entered, Here was long narrow room with a low ceiling. On three sides of it carpets were spread, with a few cushions on the floor. Reclining against the oushions on one side were two greybearded Turks, and a young Greek in a straw hat, blue suit, and brown boots. As they came in, the Greek said in English: "Come on, come along," the limit was surpassed! Eventually they VOL CCVNO. MCCXLII. found that the Greek knew only a few words of English, but it was very unpleasant at the time. Grunt gave the Turkish salutation and sat down. Nobby and Johnny stayed strictly at attention. Grunt motioned with his hand, and received a smart salute and heel-olick from his two subordinates, who then dared to seat themselves. The old Turk, who received Grunt's salutation, was obviously the headman. His jacket was gaudy, his pantaloons were very voluminous, and many daggers graced his highly-coloured belt. To our party's disgust the German scholar now appeared and sat down beside Johnny. People began to flock in, and the questioning started-thousands of questions. The three answered as best they could and gave their story. The soldier now explained that he had served many years in Austria and knew a great deal about it. The actors did not. Where had they come from in Austria? Oh, Pruth! This opened the flood - gates once more. Did they know such and such a place? At some names they nodded and looked intelligent: at others they shook their heads. Fortunately the headman here broke in. Had they rifles and revolvers? Revolvers, yes! but the rifles had been left in the carts. Would they show him the revolvers? Grunt refused, saying there was an army order against it. And so it went on. Then another unpleasant incident took place. Grunt was wearing Ellis's service dress 2 I |