Thursday, _May 20, 1915._

The cannon ball that I told you about that I picked up was used 100

years ago against the Turks; there are no end lying about the fields.

Dr. May returned to England this evening; she will be away about six

weeks. She will bring out more stores and will collect fresh funds for

the upkeep of our Hospital and Dispensary.

Transport wagons are passing along the road near our camp all night,

so perhaps we shall move on shortly. Oxen are used and they only

travel about twenty English miles a day.

We have no fresh cases in hospital because there is no fighting at

present. There are over one hundred patients at the road-side

dispensary; each day some of the cases are terrible--typhus, scarlet

fever, diphtheria, and a very bad case of small-pox, but there are no

hospitals to send these sort of cases to. To-day a poor girl arrived

with one foot black, all the flesh eaten off her leg with gangrene;

she had a tubercular foot which she had had a year and it had never

been attended to. Women arrive with dreadful diseases, some with

cancer.

People in dear old England cannot imagine the state of this part of

the world; thousands and thousands are suffering and cannot get

attention.

We are now trying to stop some of the dreadful diseases spreading, and

are starting another Hospital called the Civil, and this Hospital will

take in some of these bad cases. We are also hoping to have the six

dispensaries along the line. Our Field Hospital is only for surgical

cases.

Another wet day; we had a terrible thunderstorm which returned two

nights running; the lightning is much more vivid than in England; in

fact it lights up the hills all round and the sky seems to almost

open.

To-day is only May 9 with the Serbians; thirteen days difference; it

seems so strange.

To-day a man was seen buying Serbian whisky; he gave it to two of the

patients and made them drunk. One of my orderlies did the same and was

sent away last week. Owing to this one man the whole lot of Austrian

orderlies were called into line, twenty-seven in all, and they were

marched to the office tent, where Major Partridge talked to them all,

boxed the man's ears who bought the whisky and sent him to prison for

ten days.

There are three kinds of punishment for prisoners: first, boxing their

ears; second, sending to prison for ten days on bread and water and

solitary confinement; and third, to shoot them. It makes me quite ill

to see the men have their ears boxed. The Serbians seem really good to

their prisoners; I hope ours in Germany are being treated as well.

I had a lovely dish of wild strawberries brought me to-day as a

present; the strawberries were strung on grasses and they are sold for

1_d._ a string. I also had a bunch of cherries and some sweets, and

this evening two of the Austrian prisoners gave me their prison

badges, so I was in luck's way.

All around our camp we have funny round holes. I discovered that

black-looking beetles lived down them, but to-night I found they are

crickets; they sing all night and are such dears. I dug one out of its

hole and put it in the kitchen. We also found some of these funny

holes where great large spiders live with hairy legs, and they spin

such a nice strong web over their holes. I suppose this is their front

door. We have been up to our knees in mud the last few days, and

little streams run through our camp, but one gets used to these

things; the ground is of hard clay and the water does not disperse

quickly unless the sun comes out, then it dries up in quite a short

time. This makes us think of our poor soldiers in the trenches.

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