The autobiography of Australian novelist Louise Mack.
crowd for quite an hour before I could get to the first line of Sentinels. Then I shewed my passport and papers, while two Belgian sentinels stood on each side of me, their bayonets horribly near my head.
Out in the flagged square I got a fiacre, and started off for a drive.
My first impression of Antwerp, as I drove through it that golden day, was something never, never to be forgotten.
As long as I live I shall see that great city, walled in all round with magnificent fortifications, standing ready for the siege. Along the curbstones armed guards were stationed, bayonets fixed, while dense crowds seethed up and down continually. In the golden sunlight thousands of banners were floating in the wind, enormous banners of a size such as I had never seen before, hanging out of these great, white stately houses along the avenues lined with acacias. There were banners fluttering out of the shops along the Chaussee de Malines, banners floating from the beautiful cathedral, banners, banners, ev