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steamed past the flagship Wyoming； upon which I was quartered；
and started for New York。 The Battenberg cup race had just been
rowed； and the Utah and Florida crews had tied。 As the Utah was
sailing immediately after the race； there was no time in which to
row off the tie。 So it was decided that the names of both ships
should be engraved on the cup； and that the Florida crew should
defend the title against a challenging crew from the British
Admiral Craddock's flagship。
By the end of June； the public interest in Vera Cruz had waned；
and the corps of correspondents dwindled until there were only a
few left。
Frederick Palmer and I went up to join Carranza and Villa； and on
the 26th of July we were in Monterey waiting to start with the
triumphal march of Carranza's army toward Mexico City。 There was
no sign of serious trouble abroad。 That night ominous telegrams
came； and at ten o'clock on the following morning we were on a
train headed for the States。
Palmer and Davis caught the Lusitania； sailing August 4 from New
York； and I followed on the Saint Paul； leaving three days later。
On the 17th of August I reached Brussels； and it seemed the most
natural thing in the world to find Davis already there。 He was at
the Palace Hotel； where a number of American and English
correspondents were quartered。
Things moved quickly。 On the 19th Irvin Cobb； Will Irwin； Arno
Dosch； and I were caught between the Belgian and German lines in
Louvain； our retreat to Brussels was cut； and for three days；
while the vast German army moved through the city； we were
detained。 Then； the army having passed； we were allowed to go
back to the capital。
In the meantime Davis was in Brussels。 The Germans reached the
outskirts of the city on the morning of the 20th； and the
correspondents who had remained in Brussels were feverishly
writing despatches describing the imminent fall of the city。 One
of them； Harry Hansen； of the Chicago Daily News； tells the
following story； which I give in his words：
〃While we were writing；〃 says Hansen； 〃Richard Harding Davis
walked into the writing…room of the Palace Hotel with a bunch of
manuscript in his hand。 With an amused expression he surveyed
the three correspondents filling white paper。
〃'I say； men；' said Davis； 'do you know when the next train
leaves？'
〃'There is one at three o'clock；' said a correspondent； looking
up。
〃'That looks like our only chance to get a story out；' said
Davis。 'Well； we'll trust to that。'
〃The story was the German invasion of Brussels； and the train
mentioned was considered the forlorn hope of the correspondents
to connect with the outside worldthat is； every correspondent
thought it to be the other man's hope。 Secretly each had prepared
to outwit the other； and secretly Davis had already sent his
story to Ostend。 He meant to emulate Archibald Forbes； who
despatched a courier with his real manuscript； and next day
publicly dropped a bulky package in the mail…bag。
〃Davis had sensed the news in the occupation of Brussels long
before it happened。 With dawn he went out to the Louvain road；
where the German army stood； prepared to smash the capital if
negotiations failed。 His observant eye took in all the details。
Before noon he had written a comprehensive sketch of the
occupation； and when word was received that it was under way； he
trusted his copy to an old Flemish woman； who spoke not a word of
English； and saw her safely on board the train that pulled out
under Belgian auspices for Ostend。〃
With passes which the German commandant in Brussels gave us the
correspondents immediately started out to see how far those
passes would carry us。 A number of us left on the afternoon of
August 23 for Waterloo； where it was expected that the great
clash between the German and the Anglo…French forces would occur。
We had planned to be back the same evening； and went prepared
only for an afternoon's drive in a couple of hired street
carriages。 It was seven weeks before we again saw Brussels。
On the following day （August 24） Davis started for Mons。 He wore
the khaki uniform which he had worn in many campaigns。 Across his
breast was a narrow bar of silk ribbon indicating the campaigns
in which he had served as a correspondent。 He so much resembled a
British officer that he was arrested as a British derelict and was informed
that he would be shot at once。
He escaped only by offering to walk to Brand Whitlock； in Brussels；
reporting to each officer he met on the way。 His plan was approved；
and as a hostage on parole he appeared before the American minister；
who quickly established his identity as an American of good standing；
to the satisfaction of the Germans。
In the following few months our trails were widely separated。 I read
of his arrest by German officers on the road to Mons； later I
read the story of his departure from Brussels by train to
Hollanda trip which carried him through Louvain while the town
still was burning； and still later I read that he was with the
few lucky men who were in Rheims during one of the early
bombardments that damaged the cathedral。 By amazing luck；
combined with a natural news sense which drew him instinctively
to critical places at the psychological moment； he had been a
witness of the two most widely featured stories of the early
weeks of the war。
Arrested by the Germans in Belgium； and later by the French in
France； he was convinced that the restrictions on correspondents
were too great to permit of good work。
So he left the European war zone with the widely quoted remark：
〃The day of the war correspondent is over。〃
And yet I was not surprised when； one evening； late in November
of last year； he suddenly walked into the room in Salonika where
William G。 Shepherd； of the United Press； 〃Jimmy Hare；〃 the
veteran war photographer； and I had established ourselves several
weeks before。
The hotel was jammed； and the city； with a normal capacity of
about one hundred and seventy…five thousand； was struggling to
accommodate at least a hundred thousand more。 There was not a
room to be had in any of the better hotels； and for several days
we lodged Davis in our room； a vast chamber which formerly had
been the main dining…room of the establishment； and which now was
converted into a bedroom。 There was room for a dozen men； if
necessary； and whenever stranded Americans arrived and could find
no hotel accommodations we simply rigged up emergency cots for
their temporary use。
The weather in Salonika at this time； late November； was
penetratingly cold。 In the mornings the steam coils struggled
feebly to dispel the chill in the room。
Early in the morning after Davis had arrived； we were aroused by
the sound of violent splashing； accompanied by shuddering gasps；
and we looked out from the snug warmth of our beds to see Davis
standing in his portable bath…tub and drenching himself with
ice…cold water。 As an exhibition of courageous devotion to an
established custom of life it was admirable； but I'm not sure
that it was prudent。
For some reason； perhaps a defective circulation or a weakened
heart； his system failed to react from these cold…water baths。
All through the days he complained of feeling chilled。 He never
seemed to get thoroughly warmed； and of us all he was the one who
suffered most keenly from the cold。 It was all the more
surprising； for his appearance was always that of a man in the
pink of athletic fitnessruddy…faced； clear…eyed； and full of
tireless energy。
On one occasion we returned from the French front in Serbia to
Salonika in a box car lighted only by candles； bitterly cold； and
frightfully exhausting。 We were seven hours in travelling
fifty…five miles； and we arrived at our destination at three
o'clock in the morning。 Several of the men contracted desperate
colds； which clung to them for weeks。 Davis was chilled through；
and said that of all the cold he had ever experienced that which
swept across the Macedonian plain from the Balkan highlands was
the most penetrating。 Even his heavy clothing could not afford him
adequate protection。
When he was settled in his own room in our hotel he installed an
oil…stove which burned beside him as he sat at his desk and wrote
his stories。 The room was like an oven； but even then he still
complained of the cold。
When he left he gave us the stove； and when we left； some time
later； it was presented to one of our doctor friends out in a
British hospital； where I'm sure it is doing its best to thaw the
Balkan chill out of sick and wounded soldiers。
Davis was always up early； and his energy and interest were as
keen as a boy's。 We had our meals together； sometimes in the
crowded and rather smart Bastasini's； but more often in the
maelstrom of humanity that nightly packed the Olympos Palace
restaurant。 Davis； Shepherd； Hare； and I； with sometimes Mr。 and
Mrs。 John Bass； made up these parties； which； for a period of
about two weeks or so； were the most enjoyable daily events of
our lives。
Under the glaring lights of the restaurant； and surrounded by
British； French； Greek； and Serbian officers； German； Austrian；
and