I MEET FOX AND BLANK
The fact that this bridge was left behind made me feel quite elated,
and I continued along a lane in a westerly direction with full
confidence in my disguise and my evidently unsuspicious appearance
generally.
The lane ending in a field made me take to working across country.
There were quite a number of Germans scattered about making hay. I had
to go very cautiously so as to avoid meeting anyone face to face, as
they might have asked me awkward questions relating to my work, etc. I
also could not walk across fields with long grass in them by day
without risking causing suspicions in the minds of any farmer who
might see me, as the Germans themselves are very careful not to damage
any crops in these times.
And now happened the most remarkable thing that could well have fallen
to the experience of anyone outside a novel.
I was walking along a hedge very slowly, watching a German in the
distance, when suddenly I thought I heard my name being spoken very
clearly and distinctly. Again I heard it and this time I was certain,
and immediately thought that I was imagining it and that I was really
going mad. I was told afterwards that I clutched my head with both
hands. It was an awful shock to hear this, after not having seen
anyone or been with anyone who knew me for two and a half days, and
having crossed two rivers and got miles from the camp in which my only
acquaintances and friends in Germany were locked up. I turned round
and then I heard it again coming out of the hedge, and not only my
name this time but an exceedingly English sentence which told me that
I was a something fool, and that I was to come back. I promptly did so
and found Major C.V. Fox, D.S.O., and Lieut. Blank lying at the
bottom of the hedge. I at once joined them, and I naturally thought
that all the officers from the camp had escaped and were spread far
and wide over Germany, and that I had found a couple of them without
being unduly lucky. However, that was not the case. Fox and Blank had
escaped sixteen hours after I did, but while I had been hung up
between the ambush and the first bridge for four hours, they had
pushed ahead and crossed both rivers and got to their present
hiding-place at daybreak.
It was a great relief to have somebody with whom to talk, and we set
to and discussed details in low whispers.
I then found out that I had not been missed at roll-call the night I
had hidden in the tin office.
Fox told me his adventures and I gave him an account of mine in
exchange.
Again our luck was well to the fore. On examining our supplies of
food, etc., I found that Fox had lost nearly all his biscuits and
chocolate in the crossing of the Aller, which they had had to
negotiate by swimming a raft across. This had got swamped, as its
buoyancy was poor, naturally with disastrous consequences to much of
the perishable food they had taken with them.
I had got a good number, and so would be able to supply them and in
exchange they gave me other things.
My compass was a good one, theirs poor; whereas my map was exceedingly
bad and theirs quite good.
We found that we had both the same ideas of the route to be taken
towards the frontier. The Germans had captured three other lots of
escapers in the district around Osnabrueck.
Forest guards were active in the woods in this district, and this had
decided both of us on our line before we met.
Another fact which made us the more sure which route we should follow
was the nature of the ground as shown by the maps. The country which
we eventually traversed is shown as marshy, and we had both decided
that the great drought in Germany this summer would have dried this up
to a very large extent, and we hoped that the Germans might not have
taken this fact into consideration in allocating guards, so that this
district would be more lightly watched than others. As a matter of
fact the maps exaggerate the marshes, and I should think that even
after really wet weather it would be possible to follow the same line.
[Illustration: "FACE TO FACE WITH A FLAPPER ON HER WAY TO BATHE"
(_page 120_).]
The one disadvantage to this joining-up of parties lay in its greater
visibility and the loss of its elasticity, owing to the fact that we
were now three whereas two is the ideal number. It is naturally more
difficult for three to dive into hiding immediately on sighting a
German than it is for one or two.
However, the pros easily outweighed the cons. While we were thus
talking we got rather a scare. A man on a horse came along the road
and stopped immediately opposite the patch of brambles in the midst of
which we lay. The horse began tearing at the leaves of a small tree,
thereby making a noise which seemed to us, cowering under cover, as if
it might be caused by the man trying to force his way into our
hiding-place.
We lay absolutely still, but we felt very uncomfortable, especially as
the contents of our bags were mostly strewn about the ground drying.
We should never have had time to collect our belongings together and
bolt if an intrusion resulted in our hiding-place being exposed.
However, after two or three minutes of suspense on our part the horse
moved on down the road and we breathed again.
Up to this time I had been exceedingly sparing in what I had eaten. In
fact I had overdone my economy in this respect, as I had felt a bit
weak once or twice that day. The other two had fed well up till then,
and when I saw what they intended to eat that evening I also
increased my ration. From this time onwards we usually had a pound of
food each per day.
This we intended to augment when possible.
The details of Fox and his companion's adventures are outside the
scope of this narrative, but the broad facts which must be included in
order to account for their presence in the hedge are as follows.
On Wednesday afternoon, 20th June, they had left Schwarmstedt camp
with a fatigue party detailed for tree-felling, disguised as British
soldiers. The Germans of course did not realise that two of the party
were really officers, but they were naturally bound to find out the
deception which had been practised on them on the return of the
fatigue party to camp. The fatigue party broke up and scattered about
while working at their tree-felling job, and it was not possible for
the German escort to keep a watch on all and every soldier at the same
time.
Accordingly these two, nicely judging their chance, slipped away when
the Boches were looking in the other direction.
It did not take them long to get some distance away, and that night
they approached the river Aller with the object of effecting a
crossing.
On nearing the railway bridge they had discovered an ambush waiting
for them, and consequently cleared away from that area.
Striking the river some distance up-stream, they made a rough raft
from wooden palings, and putting their food and clothes on it swam it
across. It was here that Fox discovered that his companion was far
from being a strong swimmer. Therefore Fox, who had not entirely
recovered from the injuries he had received in a previous attempt to
escape by jumping from a train, had to swim the raft backwards and
forwards several times by himself until all the food and clothing had
been transported across. The raft was not a large one or very buoyant,
which resulted in much of the food being destroyed. Fox also assisted
Blank to cross, so had plenty of swimming to do.
After crossing this river, they had pushed rapidly on and crossed
another by a bridge, without apparently getting into any trouble.
They reached their hiding-place during the early hours of Thursday
morning and had remained there all day, drying their goods and
chattels.