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Show TRICKS WAR FOE; WALKS 480 MILES Detention Prisoner Dupes Canadians Cana-dians After He Is Held for Months. MAKES LONG TRIP ON $3 Two Loaves of Bread a Day !s R tion of Austrian in Journey From Buffalo to New York Doesn't Like Canada. New York. A bedraggled, oil-smeared, oil-smeared, ruddy little man with something some-thing akin to fear in his big, brown eyes, stepped softly into the office of Arthur Concors, superintendent of the Hebrew Sheltering and Immigrant Aid Society, recently. , "Ich bin hier," he announced calmly, calm-ly, as though that were the most important im-portant thing in the world. And it was, to him, for twenty-three-year-old Eugen Spitz, Austrian reservist and expert upholsterer, had walked all the way from Buffalo to New York with deadly fear of the Canadian army spurring him on. Twenty-four days had Eugen been on the road, and his expenditures for food during that time had been Just the three dollars, all that he had on starting. For eight months before he began his 480-mile walk he had been a prisoner in a Toronto detention camp, and his hike was inspired by the overwhelming desire to put Just as much territory as possible between himself and Canada. Spitz came to the United States from Brunn, which is near the German Ger-man border of Austria, on June 18, 1914. He went to Buffalo to work in a dye factory a few months later. The most peculiar part of his story is that last fall a German offered him a good Job of indefinite nature, and took him to Toronto without letting him know they were entering Canada. Can-ada. "As soon as we got off the train," Spitz explained in broken English, "that man disappeared. The policeman police-man came, and they took me on a train to a big stone house, where were two or three hundred Germans and Aus-trians. Aus-trians. "There I lived in a room with sixty others for six months. We slept on the floor, with blankets for cover, and we had soup and bread to eat, but the only work we had to do was clean up the camp. But all the time I was afraid, and then three of our number tunneled under the outside wall and tried to escape. 'One man got away, but the soldiers killed one of the others and captured the third. "Too Near Canada." "All the time I kept telling the guards that I was a Roumanian, and at last they believed me. So finally they told me I could go. 1 walked to the railroad, where a lot of Italians were working, and I told the conductor conduc-tor I was an Italian. He let me ride on the train to Buffalo." "Why didn't you get a Job in Buffa lo, then, instead of coming here?" he was asked. " "Buffalo no, no!" Spitz exclaimed excitedly, his face flushing. "Too near Canada. "I sell my suit for $3 and I put on my overalls. Then I start to walk to New York along the railroad tracks Sometimes I slept in freight cars and sometimes in watchmen's houses, but ail the time I walked and walked. I ate two loaves of bread every day, because be-cause I had money enough to buy that, and at Syracuse a poor Jew took me to his house, made me stay all night and gave me food. "I got tired, but I walked because Canada was behind. Now I am here. I am glad." Mr. Concors examined the little man's papers and found they bore out his story. Then he gave the refugee some fresh clothes and a bed, and within a few hours Spitz was ready to look tor a job. "But not near Canada," he warned. |