I shall never forget the sight. Words would fail to convey anything but
a feeble picture of the depths of misery and despair there. People stood
in dumb and patient ranks drawn down to the quayside by the announcement
that two boats would leave at 11 o'clock for Ostend, and Ostend looks
across to England, where lie their hopes.
There were fully 40,000 of them assembled on the long quay, and all of
them were inspired by the sure and certain hope that they would be among
the lucky ones who would get on board one of the boats. Alas for their
hopes, the two boats did not sail, and when they realized this I fancied
I heard a low wail of anguish rise from the disappointed multitude.
Other means of escape were, however, available in the shape of a dozen
or fifteen tugboats, whose destinations were Rotterdam and Flushing and
other ports of Holland. They were not vessels of any considerable
passenger carrying capacity, and as there was no one to arrange a
systematic embarkation a wild struggle followed among the frantic people
to obtain places on the tugs. Men, women, and children fought
desperately with each other to get on board, and in that moment of
supreme anguish human nature was seen in one of its worst moods, but who
can blame these stricken people? Shells that were destroying their homes
and giving their beloved town to the flames were screaming over their
heads.
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