e cellars across
the way. The news that his house was aflame was broken to him and he
rushed into the street. He gazed for a moment on the scene and burst
into tears like a child.

At 9 o'clock the bombardment of the city suddenly ceased and we
understood the Burgomaster had by this time reached German headquarters.
Still we waited, painfully anxious to learn what would be the ultimate
fate of Antwerp. The Belgian soldiers hurried by on their way to the
front. A number paused just as they reached a tobacconist's shop which
had been wrecked by shells, scattering the stock in the street. There
were cigars hurled across the pavement and roadway, and soldiers who had
halted picked up a few of the cigars. A Belgian workman, taking
advantage of this, entered the shop and began to stuff his pockets full
of cigars and cigarettes, but immediately gendarmes hurried to the place
and arrested him, the last arrest the Antwerp police will make for some
time.

At 10:30 o'clock proclamations were posted on walls of the Town Hall
urging all in the city to surrender any arms in their possession and
begging for a calm demeanor in the event of German occupation. The list
was also posted of several prominent citizens who were appointed to look
after the interests of those Belgians who remained.

Just before noon a patrol of cyclists and armed and mounted gendarmes,
who had escorted the Burgomaster to the gate of the city, informed Fox
and myself that the Germans were entering by the gate of Malines. We
hastily took our bicycles with the intention of making our way over the
Dutch frontier. As we passed along the quay by a most timely stroke of
luck we found a motor boat standing by. It was manned by a Belgian, and
his mate.

"Can you take us to Flushing?" we asked.

"Yes," answered the Belgian.

"How much?"

"One hundred and fifty francs each."

We were in that boat in thirty seconds and in another thirty seconds had
started down the Scheldt. By this time the Germans were in the city.

At a good ten knots we raced down the river. In twenty-five minutes we
had reached the bend which blotted Antwerp from view. As we rounded the
corner I turned for a last glimpse of the disappearing city. The
Cathedral was still standing, its tower dominating surroundings. Here
and there volumes of smoke were rising to the sky.

It took us twelve hours to get to Flushing. On either side of the river
thousands of refugees were fleeing from the invad