Atfirsttherewereotherfugitives，butwedidnotminglewiththem。
Someescapednorthward，somewerecaughtinthetorrentofpeasantrythatsweptalongthemainroads；manygavethemselvesintothehandsofthesoldieryandweresentnorthward。Manyofthemenwereimpressed。Butwekeptawayfromthesethings；wehadbroughtnomoneytobribeapassagenorth，andIfearedformyladyatthehandsoftheseconscriptcrowds。WehadlandedatSalerno，andwehadbeenturnedbackfromCava，andwehadtriedtocrosstowardsTarantobyapassoverMountAlburno，butwehadbeendrivenbackforwantoffood，andsowehadcomedownamongthemarshesbyPaestum，wherethosegreattemplesstandalone。IhadsomevagueideathatbyPaestumitmightbepossibletofindaboatorsomething，andtakeoncemoretosea。Andthereitwasthebattleovertookus。
“Asortofsoul-blindnesshadme。PlainlyIcouldseethatwewerebeinghemmedin；thatthegreatnetofthatgiantWarfarehadusinitstoils。Manytimeswehadseentheleviesthathadcomedownfromthenorthgoingtoandfro，andhadcomeupontheminthedistanceamidstthemountainsmakingwaysfortheammunitionandpreparingthemountingoftheguns。Oncewefanciedtheyhadfiredatus，takingusforspies——atanyrateashothadgoneshudderingoverus。
Severaltimeswehadhiddeninwoodsfromhoveringaeroplanes。
“Butallthesethingsdonotmatternow，thesenightsofflightandpain……WewereinanopenplacenearthosegreattemplesatPaestum，atlast，onablankstonyplacedottedwithspikybushes，emptyanddesolateandsoflatthatagroveofeucalyptusfarawayshowedtothefeetofitsstems。HowIcanseeit！Myladywassittingdownunderabush，restingalittle，forshewasveryweakandweary，andIwasstandingupwatchingtoseeifIcouldtellthedistanceofthefiringthatcameandwent。Theywerestill，youknow，fightingfarfromeachother，withthoseterriblenewweaponsthathadneverbeforebeenused:gunsthatwouldcarrybeyondsight，andaeroplanesthatwoulddo——WhatTHEYwoulddonomancouldforetell。