furious," said the Scot: "made no end of a row about it,
and I was attended to at once. I have nothing to complain of
about my treatment when in hospital in Germany."

From the _Daily News_, April 16, 1918:

Here is a story vouched for by a young soldier now in hospital
in the North of England:--"I was shot in both legs during the
recent fighting. As I lay, helpless and almost hopeless, for our
lads had been pressed back, a German officer, also wounded,
crawled up to me. He spoke English fluently, and it turned out
that he had once worked in the town from which I come. When I
told him I was the last of the family left to my widowed mother,
and that I feared it would settle her when she heard I had gone
too, he said: 'All right, old chap; we'll see what can be done.'
As soon as it was quite dark he got me to pull myself on to his
back. In this way he crawled to within earshot of our outposts,
and only left me and dragged himself in the direction of his own
lines when he knew my cry had been heard."

From the same paper of April 11, 1918, I take the story told by a naval
prisoner exchanged through Switzerland:

The sailor had one eye blown out and the other temporarily
damaged by a shell in a concentrated fire which sank his
destroyer in the battle of Jutland. He was picked up by an
already overcrowded British boat after swimming about for an
hour almost blind. Then a German destroyer ran alongside and
took aboard the whole boatload.

The voice of an officer hailed from the deck: "Don't forget the
British way, lads, wounded first." "He spoke such good English
that I took him for a Scottie," said my informant, "and I
thought it was a British destroyer that had picked us up. I was
hauled aboard, and I saw him look at my face and turn away.
'What's the matter, Jock?' I said. 'I'm not a Jock,' says he,
'I'm one of the Huns.' 'What, ain't this a British ship?' says
I. 'Throw me back into the sea, and let me take the chance of
being picked up by one of ours.' 'It can't be done, sonny,' he
says. 'You've got to go to Germany. But you'll be exchanged all
right. You're disabled.' It seems he had a relative in London,
and knew England well. All the time British ships were chasing
us and shelling us; and he hung a lifebelt near me, and said:
'If the British Fleet sink us that will give you