They tell me that when they caught him he had in his pockets ten dead men's fingers which he had cut off with a knife because the flesh was so swollen he could not slip the rings off.
He will be shot, that fellow." We looked with a deeper interest then at the man whose arms were bound, but privately we permitted ourselves to be skeptical regarding the details of his alleged ghoulishness.

We had begun to discount German stories of Belgian atrocities and Belgian stories of German atrocities.
I might add that I am still discounting both varieties.
To help along our train two more little engines were added, but even with four of them to draw and to shove their load was now so heavy that we were jerked along with sensations as though we were having a jaw tooth pulled every few seconds.

After such a fashion we progressed very slowly.

Already we knew that we were not going to Brussels, as we had been promised in Beaumont that we should go.

We only hoped we were not bound for a German military fortress in some interior city.
It fell to my lot that second night to sleep in the aisle.