Dr. Churchin seemed
to have been the good genius of the Missions, never flagging in his
efforts for them.
We heard that a Colonel Milhaelovitch was the bread officer. He lived
somewhere in the back of the big yellow schoolhouse at the end of the
street. After tea we wandered drearily down to seek him, gained
permission from a sentry, and clambered up some stone stairs. Jan saw an
acquaintance from the Nish ministry, asked him a question, and was
ushered ... straight into the Ministry of War. They seemed in a
frightful stew about something, an air of disorder reigned everywhere,
but somebody found time to look at the order.
"Nachanlik," said he.
"We've been there already."
"Well, go there again and say we sent you, and that they must give you
bread."
We were worn out by this. Jo went off to the plank bed which the
Stobarts had promised to her, while Jan and Blease to the tents, where
Sir Ralph's men were sheltering.
All the streets were edged with motionless bullock carts, in which men
were sleeping, and even in the mud between their wheels were the dim
forms of the weary soldiery.
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