hing just at the edge of the bush. He was followed
by two children and a dog, and as these played around we expected every
minute they would land in on top of us. There was no sleep for us that
day, so we lay there munching our potatoes and waiting for the darkness.

At 10 P.M. we started out, and soon we came in sight of Dulmen Camp.
Once more we skirted around it, keeping as far away as possible. After
a couple of hours we reached the swamp that came so near to being the
death of us on our former trip. This time we went around, and though
it took longer it was a vast deal more comfortable. It was too early
in the night to make use of our old friend, the implement shed, but I
passed it with real regret as I remembered the comfortable rest I had
there. But we felt we must push on and run the risk of striking
something good later in the night. We were now in the midst of a good
farming district, and we decided we must lay in our rations for the
following day. So, the next potato field we came to, we set to work
and dug up about half of it. Potatoes were very scarce in Germany at
this time. They were issued out to the farmers by the Government and
could only be used for seed; and it tickled us to think how angry the
old farmer would be when he discovered the damage done to his crop.

It was now getting on towards morning and we were very tired and weak,
so the first bit of woods we came to looked good to us, and we decided
to camp there for the day. On the way we picked up a tin pail and we
decided to try boiling some potatoes if we got the chance. Everything
seemed very quiet and it was still too early for any one to be around,
so we gathered some wood and made a fire. I got some water from a
nearby slough and we soon had the potatoes on; after they had been
boiling for twenty minutes we tried them to see if they were nearly
ready, but they seemed as hard as ever. So we waited another fifteen
minutes, and still they were not soft. It was hard work waiting, for
we were almost starved, but we let them boil for an hour, and Mac said
we had better take them up before they got too tough to chew; so we
started at them, but they were almost as tough as leather. We had
nothing to eat with them but some pepper, and they had nothing to
recommend them except that they were hot. After breakfast we crawled
under some bushes and tried to sleep, but our nerves were too tightly
strung to give us any rest.

However, we