Colonel G---- became even less likable. It seemed as though there were
no organisation of any kind in the town. At last, when dark had well
fallen, a man said a room had been cleared for them in the hospital. The
motor cars moved slowly off and we told the rest of our carts to follow,
as Colonel G----said we might get bread at the same place. We stumbled
after them through pitch black streets, so uneven that one did not know
if one were in the ditch or on the road itself; one lost all sense of
direction and only tried not to lose sight of the flickering lights of
the carts. Jo at last climbed into one, and the carts rumbled over a
wooden bridge and began to go up a steep hill. We came suddenly to a
rambling wooden house and our carts dived into a deep ditch. Jo leapt
off just in time to save hers from turning right over. Crowds of wounded
Serbians were standing at the foot of a rickety outside staircase. Above
was a dressing-station, and a dark smelly room with no beds, which was
to be the sisters' home.
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