Tuesday, _April 20, 1915._

Got up at 6 o'clock, went to Hotel Splendide for breakfast; then we

all marched behind a funny old cart, which had our luggage, to the

station. I had a tin of honey, fifty-six pounds, which I bought at

Salonika; the tin cracked and it began to run out; a cork came out of

a paraffin bottle, and this began to _run_; then the luggage kept

taking flying leaps off the cart: we had to keep running after it, to

put it back: the man went on, never stopping for any catastrophe. When

we landed at the station we had the time of our life, such a scuffle

and rush to get into the train. Only twelve of us left to-day, and the

other thirty-six follow us on Thursday. All the unit saw us off. The

train left at 9.15; it was to have left at 8.

The smell of formalin in the train was very strong, and all of us were

covered with paraffin, so the two smells _together_ were not very

delightful! Besides this, some of us had carbon balls and camphor in

our pockets.

It took us about half an hour to get out of Greece. The country all

along is simply wonderful; the most glorious scenery, hills, rocks and

valleys, with the most gorgeous colourings. All along we saw herons,

storks and eagles, vultures, magpies and jackdaws. All these birds are

most plentiful and very tame. All the carts are pulled by buffalo oxen

and donkeys. Most of the sheep are black; also the pigs and goats.

The train first stopped at Topsin, then at Amatovar and then Karasuli;

these are all the Greek stations we passed. The first Serbian station

we stopped at one and a half hours. It was at Ghevgheli. There were

many Austrian prisoners and Serbian soldiers on the platform. The

Serbians looked very tired, and their clothes were very shabby. They

are very badly shod, only a kind of moccasin on their feet. A good

many of the Serbians have khaki clothes, but it seems that they have

been given by the English. On lots of the house-tops and chimney-tops

the herons have built their nests; this was most interesting to see. A

great many of the soldiers have lambs following them about like dogs.

They are so pretty.

Eight lovely peacocks were on the platform, and they kept walking

under the train; also one or two white guinea-fowls. We saw no end of

tortoises all along the line, and we got one and brought it into the

carriage, but we had to put it out again as we had no green stuff to

feed it on. All the lakes and reservoirs are full of bull frogs; these

make a tremendous noise just like a lot of ducks quacking. The trees

in this part of the country are quite small ones, and there are no

hedges; the blossom on the trees is perfectly lovely. We watched the

butter being made from goat's milk, and very good it is. Most of the

work in the fields is done by women and oxen, and the women look very

picturesque in their different coloured garments. We had lovely

flowers all the way, especially poppies. We kept passing swamps, full

of different grasses. The mountains are wonderful, covered with snow,

and we hear that when some of the snow melts dead bodies are found

underneath. We crossed over the bridges which were blown up three

weeks ago by the Bulgarians; we came through a wonderful tunnel cut in

the rocks, and we passed no end of churchyards, where the men are

buried in the different battles--Turks, Serbians, and Bulgarians--it

is really pitiful to see them. We are guarded by soldiers all along

the lines and on the trains. We passed lots of rows of little crosses

where all the women, children and men were buried after the Bulgarian

raid a week ago. A rope was put round their necks and they were hung

up on trees to die. All the soldiers come and salute us at each

station and along the line. They all look so sad. Uskub we stopped at

7 o'clock, and we were met by Sir Ralph Paget. We had dinner at the

station: soup floating with grease and omelet as tough as leather; the

bread was almost black and very sour. The room was very dirty, and

many men were sprinkling disinfectants about. This amused me very

much. We slept in the train.

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