"But why do you leave home?"
"Because the savages burned us out!"
Bah, the man must be dreaming!
I turned back and addressed myself to another:
"What's your hurry?" I queried
"They're on our heels!" came the reply.
Surely this one was madder than the other!
A third did not deign to reply, sturdily marching on ahead, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him.
On top of a farm cart half filled with bay I saw the prostrate form of a woman with two others kneeling beside her ministering to her wants. In the trap that followed was the most sorrowful group of old men and middle-aged women I ever hope to see. All were sobbing. Besides them rode two big boys on bicycles. I stopped one of these.
"What's the matter with her?" I questioned, pointing to the woman on the cart.