The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1916-05-03

pass. Tired but undaunted. they had
not slept in a bed for a month. but were
allowed only one night IN Monastir for
fear OF the Bulgarians.
Long lines Of OK carts. their wheels
creaking in the cold. were coming and
going. moving supplies for the army and
other supplies over the Greek border
into safety. Their drivers. young men,
old men and women as strong as men.
with faces drawn by fatigue and burned
by long days and nights of exposure
tfor while on the march they slept in
or near their wagons). were the faces
Of the Bible.
Their clothes great hooded mantles of
heavy. cream colored cloth the thickness
Of felt. and shapelcse homemade coats
Of lambskin. the hide worn outside. might
have been those the Biblical shepherds
wore.
Soldiers were %trudging along over the
wet cobbles, crowds of them, in front of
the buildings. waiting for their ratioi,
OF bread. Dirty men In stained uni
forms. their faces thin. expressionless.
yellow with malaria.
Detachments going and just In from
the front stood silently I'm front Of the
division. The Austrian prisoners. ragged
and hungry. their clothes crawling with
vermin. limped around the town in per-
feet freedom. on sore feet wrapped In
dirty pieces OF cloth.
All night the streets were black and
very silent. except for an occasional
Stoy ohalt,. and II was wise to carry
a lantern and walk in the middle of
the street. We heard the sound OF a
gun once. Yet only a mile or two out
side the town in the bitter cold the
Serbian and Bulgarian armies were fight
ing.
Miss Mitchell and I. sitting beside the
blue porcelain stove in my room. in the
empty hotel, used to wonder what was
happening. The landlady. afraid TO he
left alone. crouched with her box Of
tobacco on the floor NJ our feet. staring
into the fire.
Miserable. miserable Serbskys." she
would say and roll another cigarette.
Hospital Conditions.
We were all very busy and had M
time TO h ther about the incoming Bu'-
g~arians. In the military hospital. full
OF Serbian soldiers. one English nurse
was struggling along alone. doing minor
a%mpu'ations and trying 10 keep their
wounds dressed
i You ought to see how nicely 7 take
eft toes she told me. zone whack and
they're gone AMI she'd make the motion
OF %chopping.
| mad adopted a room OF dysentery
patients. who. by the grace only OF their
strong constitutions. recovered from my
amateur nursing.
One morning Or. Forbes sent me a
note asking me to go 10 the Greek gym
nasium. an empty building where the
overflow from the military hospital was
sent. and see that the dystentery anN
typhoid cases were all pu, In one war;
and given n coal oil bath.
What I know now. which IL absolutely
nothing. is what | knew then abou,
dysentery or typhoid. went to the
gymnasium and asked the Greek doctor.
In charge to find me some.
They eaid a~pologetically they had ne
~typhoids. but I could ave the dysen'
teries, and they would throw in two sol,
diers with advanced tuberculosis fol
good measure.
A bored convalescent herded out Int
the yard a line OF ~skeletons-old mel
and very young ~boys-hardly any tha'
were not these extremes.
They tottered across the snow, Eroan
ing and coughing. twisted with pain, bar
feet In old shoes, bare legs below dirt.
night shirts, worn soldiers coats huddle'
around their shoulders.
had found a room in an empty build
ing in the courtyard, and the patient
crawled painfully into the iron beds, will
filthy blankets and straw mattresses
ranged along the walls. We looked a
each other. they with eyes that ques
toned what new horror was in store TO
them.
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