A captive at Carlsruhe and other German prison camps, with numerous illustrations by the author . fthe town with a sketch-block under my waggon was decorated with fir branches,while chalked upon the sides were suchinscriptions as Nach der Heimat! Inthe streets also were decorations, flags and 196 A CAPTIVE AT CARLSRUHE fir festoons, and garlands bearing the legend, Willkommen! One thing, however,cannot be lifted from these streets, norlightened into them, and that is the dejectionof defeat; the flush of victorA^ I was sketching what is, since the burningof the GriineBaum, the oldesthou
A captive at Carlsruhe and other German prison camps, with numerous illustrations by the author . fthe town with a sketch-block under my waggon was decorated with fir branches,while chalked upon the sides were suchinscriptions as Nach der Heimat! Inthe streets also were decorations, flags and 196 A CAPTIVE AT CARLSRUHE fir festoons, and garlands bearing the legend, Willkommen! One thing, however,cannot be lifted from these streets, norlightened into them, and that is the dejectionof defeat; the flush of victorA^ I was sketching what is, since the burningof the GriineBaum, the oldesthouse in had hardly star-ted, when the pro-prietor of the shopin the lower partof the buildingcame running over,and, talking toorapidly for myentire comprehen-sion, gave me to understand at least thathe desired something added to my sketch. Hedisappeared, and in a few minutes there wasunfurled from an upper window a greatchocolate and white flag of Httle boy had all this while stood quietlyby my side, save when, quite unbidden, hewent over, and placed himself by the front. THE OLDEST HOUSE INBEESKOW. A SOLDIERS BALL 197 of the house, just at the proper spot, that Imight put him into the picture. He spoke now, but whether for my infor-mation or encouragement I know not. England, said he, hat gewonnen—Deutschland hat verloren ! I turned to look at him; he was butnine or ten, yet his voice sounded soforlornly that to me, standing in this streetof gathering dusk and down-trodden snow,there came a sense of the awful tragedy ofdefeat! A Soldiers Ball I cannot dance, but there is always aportion of the ball, at least, to the Sugrue and I had looked into theGasthaus at the Railway Crossing. It wasan animated scene which met our eyes. Thesaloon was decorated with flags and festoonsof red roses, while about eighty couples,composed of German soldiers and their sweet-hearts—these last with countenances of a colourto match the decorations—danced o
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