Billy Whiskers in France

“I ran straight on, regardless of bombs dropping all around me.”
BY FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY AUTHOR OF “BILLY WHISKERS,” “BILLY WHISKERS’ KIDS,” “BILLY WHISKERS IN THE SOUTH,” “BILLY WHISKERS IN CAMP,” “ZIP, THE ADVENTURES OF A FRISKY FOX TERRIER,” ETC.
Illustrated By FLORENCE WHITE WILLIAMS
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY CHICAGO AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK
Copyright 1919, by The Saalfield Publishing Co.
Billy Whiskers in France
AS Billy Whiskers lay in an American camp somewhere over in France, he became very restless and soon had the blues from thinking of his dear Nannie so far away—away over in America, with that deep, deep, wide, blue ocean between them, infested not only with huge sea monsters belonging to the finny tribe, but also with death-dealing, quickly moving submarines and torpedo boats belonging to the German Kaiser.
“I want dreadfully to go home! Still I hate to risk my life on any ship that sails the seas these days, for it may be blown sky high at any moment, or sunk to the nethermost depths of the ocean. There is no way to walk around, and I don’t suppose I could get any one to let me go with them in an airship. So here I must remain, or trust my life to some troop ship returning to America for more soldiers. I just believe I will do it! I have lost all interest in the War over here since my master was wounded and was invalided home. Home! The very word makes me so homesick I can’t see for tears. Well, I’ll just fix this homesickness, so I will! I start for there this very minute. It is a good dark night and I think I can slip out of camp easily as they have not been watching me so closely since my master was sent away.”
Suiting the action to the words, Billy jumped up, shook himself, took a long breath and said to himself, “Here’s luck to you, old fellow, on your long, long, perilous journey! And may you reach the other side and once more see your loving little wife Nannie and all your children and grandchildren!”