I passed between the tents, and was
striding along, when--Plop! I found myself swimming in a deep tank of
water. The sister heard me fall, and ran back to the camp crying out--
"Help, help! The stranger is drowning in the bath-water sewage tank."
I clambered out, and hastily fled to my tent, where kindly souls brought
me an indiarubber bath and hot water. I also got some refugee pyjamas,
in which I wandered about for the rest of the evening. My clothes were
taken to the kitchen and hung over the big stove.
October 7th. Went to the arsenal in borrowed refugee clothes miles too
large. Worried the car till it worked. At lunch clothes dry. Got away by
three, Hardinge coming with us. Night came on before we got home. Our
car is a beastly nuisance in the dark, the lamps, electric and worked
from the magneto, only giving light when going at full speed, which is
impossible on these roads. I was just boasting to Harding that I had
never run into anything except the owl, when I hit a cow.
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