Thursday, _April 22, 1915._

We got up before 6 o'clock; had breakfast. It is much colder, and we

are very near snow-clad mountains. We got to Nish at 8 and had two

hours to wait. We were met by the Serbian Minister and doctor, and

taken in a funny little carriage to the Reserve Hospital, where we

washed.

This was the Hospital which contained 1,500 Serbian wounded when it

fell into the hands of the Bulgarians. We then had breakfast--bread,

raw bacon and eggs; not good; but we must be thankful for anything in

these bad times. The beds in the wards are several planks of wood,

with straw mattress and pillows--quite clean. The women are not a

bad-looking race. The minister showed us a terrible photograph he had

taken of women and children hanging from trees, where the Bulgarians

had strung them up. Two units we left at Nish; one is coming in a few

days to Kragujevatz, the other to Belgrade. We drove back to the

station; impossible to walk; the mud is eight or ten inches deep.

We slept in the train, three in a compartment, and none of us got

bitten. We first cleaned all the carriages out with paraffin. We

passed through vineyards and maize-fields. The women do the ploughing

with the oxen. There are hundreds of wounded Austrians everywhere to

be seen. On arriving at Kragujevatz we were met by doctors and

officers, and were taken out to dinner. Four carriages, two horses to

each carriage, a most quaint turn-out. The horses seem to fly along,

and the roads are in the most awful condition; it was all we could do

to prevent ourselves being pitched out.

We first went to the sanitary department and were introduced round,

and then we all washed our hands in disinfectants, and were taken on

to the Prince's Palace; it is now turned into a dining club for

officers. We had a big dinner, starting with very fine Russian

caviare. The dinner lasted until 10 o'clock. We then returned to the

station and stayed the night in the train. One vanload of luggage had

not then arrived, and it was too late to pitch tents. The bull-frogs

were singing all night. When a Serbian introduces his wife, he says,

"Excuse me, but may I introduce my wife?" When a party is given, the

wife never appears at table. They must think it strange that our women

are treated so differently.

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