hoping to find some way of escape from the terrors of the town,
but their way was blocked by the smoking ruins of a section of
the city which the Germans had burned in the night, and there was
no way to get out in that direction. Terrified and faint with
hunger, they turned once more, and, not knowing where they were
going, stumbled at last upon the street which led to the Antwerp
gate.

"I remember this place;" cried Jan, with something like joy in
his voice. "Don't you remember, Marie? It's where we stood to
watch the soldiers, and Mother sang for us to march, because we
were so tired and hungry."

"I'm tired and hungry now, too," said poor Marie.

"Let's march again," said Jan.

"Where to?" said Marie.

"That's the way Father went when he marched away with the
soldiers," said Jan, pointing to the Antwerp gate. "Anything is
better than staying here. Let's go that way." He started bravely
forward once more, Marie and Fidel following.

They found themselves only two wretched atoms in one of the
saddest processions in history, for there were many other people,
as unhappy as themselves, who were also trying to escape from the
city. Some had lived in the section which was now burning; others
had been turned out of their homes by the Germans; and all were
hastening along, carrying babies and bundles, and followed by