. The escape of a Princess Pat; being the full account of the capture and fifteen months imprisonment of Corporal Edwards, of the Princess Patricias Canadian light infantry, and his final escape from Germany into Holland. y indication. We were not certain whetherthese were Hollanders or Germans. We made onebig buck jump. Fire, Gridley, when ready I Ileft the entire knee of one trouser leg on a clutchingthorn. But the patrol did not fire. And then another canal. Pm fed up with swim-ming to-night. So am I, agreed Simmons. There are housesover there. There must be a bridge. We slunk along the ban
. The escape of a Princess Pat; being the full account of the capture and fifteen months imprisonment of Corporal Edwards, of the Princess Patricias Canadian light infantry, and his final escape from Germany into Holland. y indication. We were not certain whetherthese were Hollanders or Germans. We made onebig buck jump. Fire, Gridley, when ready I Ileft the entire knee of one trouser leg on a clutchingthorn. But the patrol did not fire. And then another canal. Pm fed up with swim-ming to-night. So am I, agreed Simmons. There are housesover there. There must be a bridge. We slunk along the bank and to our joy found asmall bridge. We dashed across it and debouchedsafely into a tiny village. Here we saw a difference,especially in the houses and the roadway. It wasin the very atmosphere, a result no doubt of instinctsmade keen by the hunted lives we had led. Oneither side the fields stretched out, criss-crossed by aperfect network of small canals and ditches, whichalso served as fences. We knew we were in Holland. We deemed it unwise to show ourselves as yet,distrusting the sympathies of the Hollanders andfearful that they might give us up; and continuedthis policy until the next day. However, we took 192. PRIVATE MERWIN C. SIMMONS OF THE /TH BATTAIJON,1st DIVISION, CANADIAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE. THE LAST LAP a chance and stuck to the road, a treat, indeed,to feel a firm footing after our weeks of travellingacross country fields. This enabled us to shovethirty miles between us and Germany by morning. It was not quite daylight when we espied a cowin a field at the roadside and gave chase. Therewas no other food in sight, so when our quarry threwup its tail and bounced off; we set out grimly to runour breakfast down. It was half an hour later thatwe corralled it in a corner between two broad ditchesand were already licking our chops in anticipation;when we discovered that our cow was only a bigheifer. Twenty-four hours earlier it would havebeen a tragedy. As it was, we on
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