A captive at Carlsruhe and other German prison camps, with numerous illustrations by the author . UHE This to famished men seemed to suggestsomething at least of hopeful hospitahties,but, on entering, the place was obviously asbarren of festivity as a Government Boardroom. We shall have food to eat at fiveoclock. At five we wept that it had notcome ; at six, at seven. We wept even morewhen at eight it actually arrived. I observed then, and on subsequent occa-sions, that after a meal, m3^self and Marsden(who, as befits a good sculptor, has fashionedfor himself a frame of fine proportion) werein
A captive at Carlsruhe and other German prison camps, with numerous illustrations by the author . UHE This to famished men seemed to suggestsomething at least of hopeful hospitahties,but, on entering, the place was obviously asbarren of festivity as a Government Boardroom. We shall have food to eat at fiveoclock. At five we wept that it had notcome ; at six, at seven. We wept even morewhen at eight it actually arrived. I observed then, and on subsequent occa-sions, that after a meal, m3^self and Marsden(who, as befits a good sculptor, has fashionedfor himself a frame of fine proportion) wereinchned to emerge from a more or lesslanguorous state and kick up our heels hkeyoung colts. The Vulture We discovered that by climbing on tothe frame of the iron bedstead, and clutchingperilously at the ventilating portion of thewindow in our cell, we could just succeed ingaining a glimpse of the street. To the rightwe seemed to be in the neighbourhood of azoological garden or an aviary of somedimension. The only inhabitant of the cagesvisible to us, however, was a large vulture. THE VULTURE 25. THE TJNTER-OFFIZIER. which sat there day after day, an unchanging, picture of sullenness and stoHdity. I won-dered if perchance it scentedor visioned the red fields whichlay not so many miles away. And so the days passed. After considerable agitation Isucceeded in securing a fewvolumes of the Tauchnitzedition, amongst them Steven-sons The Master of Ballan-trae. This possibly, however,induced in me a greater home-sickness forScotland than ever. Finding a draught-board to our band out-lined upon the table, and making countersof paper white and blue, we four prisoners ona day played for the championship of the celland a superadded stake of four thin slicesof bread. I won somewhat easily, being aScotsman, and something of a player as aboy ; indeed, heaven forgive me ! it was Iwho suggested the game. As victor, how-ever, I was seized with compassion andcompunction, so that, while I retained th
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