Blease and Jan got hard at work putting rope
handles to the packing-cases and labelling them for special purposes.
One of our lady doctors was valued in the morning. In the outpatient
department a question arose about marriage. A Serb patient said--
"I can marry any time I like. Pah! In Serbia one can get two maidens for
twopence, and three widows for a mariasch (1/2_d._)."
Everybody was now running about with maps, violently explaining the
situation to everybody else, and all explaining differently. Major
Gaschitch had fixed Novi Bazar as our probable haven, and Mr. Berry
borrowed our map to see if there were a direct road over Gotch mountain,
and suggested that Jan might get a horse and ride over to see. Alas,
only a fourth-class road was marked, and heaven knows what that may be
like: lots of country and choose for yourself probably. A woman was
brought in with what she said was a bullet through the breast; it
occurred during the celebration of the marriage ceremony, which lasted a
week.
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