A French aeroplane had come
over from Belgrade too late; now it rose slowly in the air and sailed
off. Saw the two dead aviators; both had evidently been killed at once,
for they were charred, not blistered.
Colonel Phillips, ex-Governor of Scutari, and English military attache,
came up with the Italian attache. A bomb had fallen just before the
colonel's house and missed his servant by a hair's-breadth. The Italian
was in a room opposite the Crown Prince's palace; he thought that the
falling machine was going to crash through the roof, but it fell in the
street not ten yards away. The camp itself was packing hard, for Mrs.
Stobart had just decided to form a "flying field ambulance."
Mr. Berry and I had a tent assigned to us.
October 4th. Awoke to sounds like some one hitting a board with a
mallet. Ran outside. One found the aeroplane from the little clouds of
shrapnel, for it was flying very high, and was like a speck. Clouds of
smoke were rolling from one quarter of the town, and we thought that a
big fire was beginning, but it was extinguished.
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