| THE SUCCESSFUL ESCAPE PARTY, WITH SOME | ||
| CAPTURED TROPHIES | [Frontispiece] | |
| AN OLD BRIDGE AT KASTAMONI | Facing p. | [4] |
| COUNTRY KNOWN TO THE LOCAL HUNT CLUB | ||
| AS "HADES" | " | [60] |
| YOZGAD CAMP FROM N.W. | " | [94] |
| UPPER HOUSE, YOZGAD, FROM N.N.E. (WINTER | ||
| TIME) | " | [98] |
| THE FLIGHT FROM MOSES' WELL | " | [162] |
| LIFE IN THE RAVINE | " | [234] |
| THE MOTOR BOAT | " | [274] |
| MAP | [at end] | |
Four-Fifty Miles to Freedom.
PRISONER OF WAR.
When you've halted after marching till you feel you do not care
What may happen, for you can't march any more,
And the order comes to "Fall in" and to march you know not where,
Then thank God you're not a prisoner of war.
When you're fighting in the trenches ankle-deep in mud and slush,
With the north wind cutting through you keen and raw,
While the second hand ticks slowly till it's time to make the rush,
Then thank God you're not a prisoner of war.
When the order's "Up and at 'em" and the blood beats through your head,
When the dead are falling round you by the score,
And when all you think and all you feel and all you see is red,
Then thank God you're not a prisoner of war.
When you're fighting in the desert where the heat waves never stop,
And you've never known what thirst has been before,
Though you'd sell your soul for water and you know there's not a drop,
Then thank God you're not a prisoner of war.
We've been handed down a birthright which the bards of ages sing,
From the days of Agincourt and long before,
That a Briton owns no master save his God and save his king,
But you find a third when prisoner of war.
It's a feeling right inside you, and it never lets you go,
That you haven't been allowed to pay your score:
You may still be hale and hearty, but you're missing all the show.
What offers for the job? Prisoner of war.
M. A. B. J.
Written in Kastamoni,
1916.
CHAPTER I.
KASTAMONI AND CHANGRI.
"Il n'y a pas trois officiers." Such was the memorable epigram by which Sherif Bey, Turkish Captain of the Prisoners-of-War Guard at Kăstamōni, and a man regardless of detail, announced to us that four officers, whose escape has been described in 'Blackwood's Magazine,'[1] had got safely away from the camp. Those of us who knew that the attempt was being made were anxiously waiting for news. To others it came as a great surprise. Captain[2] Keeling, in his story mentioned above, does not, for obvious reasons, name any one who helped them. Now it does not matter.