were very thick and
well-leaved, so we decided to lay up there for the day. Nothing
happened until about four o'clock in the afternoon, when we were
startled by hearing some one coming crashing through the bushes. We
hugged the ground as closely as we could and hardly breathed, as the
footsteps were coming nearer. The bushes were so thick that we
couldn't see the person, but it sounded as though he was coming
straight for us. We determined to sell our liberty dearly in case we
were discovered, but to our intense relief he passed about two yards
from us. We could see his feet and legs and could easily have reached
out and tripped him. He was a German patrol, and he was looking for
us. We watched him after he got past to make sure we wouldn't go the
direction he had taken. We hadn't anything to eat that day except one
piece of German black bread that each of us saved out of our rations
the day before.

At 10 P.M. we started on the march again, and after about two hours'
walking we came to the River Lippe. We lost no time looking for a
boat, but made straight for our old bridge. It was easier getting
through the wire this time, and we had no difficulty in getting across.
Travelling on, we came to the little town of Haltern, but we didn't
dare risk going through this time, in case some one was on the lookout
for us. So we skirted around the edge, and on the way came across a
few early gardens. It was early in June and nothing was very far
advanced, but we found some young beets, which we ate, tops and all,
also some seed potatoes. Of the latter we dug up almost the whole
patch and we filled our pockets and big red handkerchiefs which each of
us carried. I assure you these raw vegetables tasted as good to us
then as any turkey dinner we would have at home. After our hasty lunch
we started off across country. It was much rougher travelling, but we
thought it was safer. Just at dawn we came to what we thought was a
fair-sized bit of woods, and we decided to spend the day there. But
when daylight had fully come, we found that our bush was a very small
one and right at its edge was a German farmhouse. It was too late to
go any farther, so we crawled along looking for a secluded spot in
which to hide. Pretty soon we came to some low bushes over which a
running vine had spread itself, so we crept in and lay down. Pretty
soon we heard voices and the barking of a dog, and peeking out we saw
an old farmer ploug