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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + + + +Title: Field Hospital and Flying Column + Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium & Russia + + +Author: Violetta Thurstan + + + +Release Date: January 23, 2006 [eBook #17587] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + + +***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN*** + + +E-text prepared by Irma Spehar and the Project Gutenberg Online +Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net/) from page images +generously made available by Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries +(http://www.archive.org/details/toronto) + + + +Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this + file which includes the original illustrations. + See 17587-h.htm or 17587-h.zip: + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/5/8/17587/17587-h/17587-h.htm) + or + (https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/7/5/8/17587/17587-h.zip) + + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries. See + http://www.archive.org/details/fieldhosflyingcolumn00thuruoft + + + + + +FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN + +Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium & Russia + +by + +VIOLETTA THURSTAN + + + + + + + +London and New York +G. P. Putnam's Sons +1915 +First Impression April 1915 + + + + +M. R. + + + _Allons! After the great Companions, and to belong to them. + They too are on the road. + They are the swift and majestic men, they are the greatest women. + They know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, + As roads for travelling souls. + Camerados, I will give you my hand, + I give you my love more precious than money. + Will you give me yourselves, will you come travel with me? + Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?_ + + + + +Contents + +CHAPTER PAGE + + I. THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL 1 + + II. CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT 16 + + III. OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS 37 + + IV. THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS 53 + + V. A MEMORABLE JOURNEY 76 + + VI. A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE 92 + + VII. OUR WORK IN WARSAW 113 + + VIII. THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ 128 + + IX. MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN 144 + + X. BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW 161 + + INDEX 179 + + + + +I + +THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL + + +War, war, war. For me the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo +on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in +July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when +most of us had a heartache in case--_in case_ England, at this time of +internal crisis, did not rise to the supreme sacrifice. + +It was just the night for a tattoo--dark and warm and still. Away across +the plain a sea of mist was rolling, cutting us off from the outside +world, and only a few pale stars lighted our stage from above. + +The field was hung round with Chinese lanterns throwing weird lights and +shadows over the mysterious forms of men and beasts that moved therein. +It was fascinating to watch the stately entrance into the field, +Lancers, Irish Rifles, Welsh Fusiliers, Grenadiers and many another +gallant regiment, each marching into the field in turn to the swing of +their own particular regimental tune until they were all drawn up in +order. + +There followed a very fine exhibition of riding and the usual torchlight +tricks, and then the supreme moment came. The massed bands had thundered +out the first verse of the Evening Hymn, the refrain was taken up by a +single silver trumpet far away--a sweet thin almost unearthly note more +to be felt than heard--and then the bands gathered up the whole melody +and everybody sang the last verse together. + +The Last Post followed, and then I think somehow we all knew. + + * * * * * + +A week later I had a telegram from the Red Cross summoning me to London. + +London was a hive of ceaseless activity. Territorials were returning +from their unfinished training, every South Coast train was crowded with +Naval Reserve men who had been called up, every one was buying kits, +getting medical comforts, and living at the Army and Navy Stores. Nurses +trained and untrained were besieging the War Office demanding to be +sent to the front, Voluntary Aid Detachment members were feverishly +practising their bandaging, working parties and ambulance classes were +being organized, crowds without beginning and without end were surging +up and down the pavements between Westminster and Charing Cross, wearing +little flags, buying every half-hour edition of the papers and watching +the stream of recruits at St. Martin's. All was excitement--no one knew +what was going to happen. Then the bad news began to come through from +Belgium, and every one steadied down and settled themselves to their +task of waiting or working, whichever it might happen to be. + +I was helping at the Red Cross Centre in Vincent Square, and all day +long there came an endless procession of women wanting to help, some +trained nurses, many--far too many--half-trained women; and a great many +raw recruits, some anxious for adventure and clamouring "to go to the +front at once," others willing and anxious to do the humblest service +that would be of use in this time of crisis. + +Surely after this lesson the Bill for the State Registration of Trained +Nurses cannot be ignored or held up much longer. Even now in this +twentieth century, girls of twenty-one, nurses so-called with six +months' hospital training, somehow manage to get out to the front, +blithely undertaking to do work that taxes to its very utmost the skill, +endurance, and resource of the most highly trained women who have given +up the best years of their life to learning the principles that underlie +this most exacting of professions. For it is not only medical and +surgical nursing that is learnt in a hospital ward, it is discipline, +endurance, making the best of adverse circumstances, and above all the +knowledge of mankind. These are the qualities that are needed at the +front, and they cannot be imparted in a few bandaging classes or +instructions in First Aid. + +This is not a diatribe against members of Voluntary Aid Detachments. +They do not, as a rule, pretend to be what they are not, and I have +found them splendid workers in their own department. They are not +half-trained nurses but fully trained ambulance workers, ready to do +probationer's work under the fully trained sisters, or if necessary to +be wardmaid, laundress, charwoman, or cook, as the case may be. The +difficulty does not lie with them, but with the women who have a few +weeks' or months' training, who blossom out into full uniform and call +themselves Sister Rose, or Sister Mabel, and are taken at their own +valuation by a large section of the public, and manage through influence +or bluff to get posts that should only be held by trained nurses, and +generally end by bringing shame and disrepute upon the profession. + + * * * * * + +The work in the office was diversified by a trip to Faversham with some +very keen and capable Voluntary Aid Detachment members, to help +improvise a temporary hospital for some Territorials who had gone sick. +And then my turn came for more active service. I was invited by the St. +John Ambulance to take out a party of nurses to Belgium for service +under the Belgian Red Cross Society. + +Very little notice was possible, everything was arranged on Saturday +afternoon of all impossible afternoons to arrange anything in London, +and we were to start for Brussels at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning. + +On Monday afternoon I was interviewing my nurses, saying good-bye +to friends--shopping in between--wildly trying to get everything +I wanted at the eleventh hour, when suddenly a message came +to say that the start would not be to-morrow after all. Great +excitement--telephones--wires--interviews. It seemed that there +was some hitch in the arrangements at Brussels, but at last it +was decided by the St. John's Committee that I should go over +alone the next day to see the Belgian Red Cross authorities before +the rest of the party were sent off. The nurses were to follow the +day after if it could be arranged, as having been all collected in +London, it was very inconvenient for them to be kept waiting long. + +Early Tuesday morning saw me at Charing Cross Station. There were not +many people crossing--two well-known surgeons on their way to Belgium, +Major Richardson with his war-dogs, and a few others. A nurse going to +Antwerp, with myself, formed the only female contingent on board. It was +asserted that a submarine preceded us all the way to Ostend, but as I +never get further than my berth on these occasions, I cannot vouch for +the truth of this. + +Ostend in the middle of August generally means a gay crowd of bathers, +Cook's tourists tripping to Switzerland and so on; but our little party +landed in silence, and anxious faces and ominous whispers met us on our +arrival on Belgian soil. It was even said that the Germans were marching +on Brussels, but this was contradicted afterwards as a sensational +canard. The Red Cross on my luggage got me through the _douane_ +formalities without any trouble. I entered the almost empty train and we +went to Brussels without stopping. + +At first sight Brussels seemed to be _en fête_, flags were waving from +every window, Boy Scouts were everywhere looking very important, and the +whole population seemed to be in the streets. Nearly every one wore +little coloured flags or ribbons--a favourite badge was the Belgian +colours with the English and French intertwined. It did not seem +possible that war could be so near, and yet if one looked closer one saw +that many of the flags giving such a gay appearance were Red Cross +flags denoting that there an ambulance had been prepared for the +wounded, and the Garde Civile in their picturesque uniform were +constantly breaking up the huge crowds into smaller groups to avoid a +demonstration. + +The first thing to arrange was about the coming of my nurses, whether +they were really needed and if so where they were to go. I heard from +the authorities that it was highly probable that Brussels _would_ be +occupied by the Germans, and that it would be best to put off their +coming, for a time at any rate. Private telegrams had long been stopped, +but an official thought he might be able to get mine through, so I sent +a long one asking that the nurses might not be sent till further notice. +As a matter of fact it never arrived, and the next afternoon I heard +that twenty-six nurses--instead of sixteen as was originally +arranged--were already on their way. There were 15,000 beds in Brussels +prepared for the reception of the wounded, and though there were not +many wounded in the city just then, the nurses would certainly all be +wanted soon if any of the rumours were true that we heard on all sides, +of heavy fighting in the neighbourhood, and severe losses inflicted on +the gallant little Belgian Army. + +It was impossible to arrange for the nurses to go straight to their work +on arrival, so it was decided that they should go to a hotel for one +night and be drafted to their various posts the next day. Anyhow, they +could not arrive till the evening, so in the afternoon I went out to the +barriers to see what resistance had been made against the possible +German occupation of Brussels. It did not look very formidable--some +barbed-wire entanglements, a great many stones lying about, and the +Gardes Civiles in their quaint old-fashioned costume guarding various +points. That was all. + +In due time my large family arrived and were installed at the hotel. +Then we heard, officially, that the Germans were quite near the city, +and that probably the train the nurses had come by would be the last to +get through, and this proved to be the case. _Affiches_ were pasted +everywhere on the walls with the Burgomaster's message to his people: + + A SAD HOUR! THE GERMANS ARE AT OUR GATES! + + PROCLAMATION OF THE BURGOMASTER OF BRUSSELS + + CITIZENS,--In spite of the heroic resistance of our + troops, seconded by the Allied Armies, it is to be feared that the + enemy may invade Brussels. + + If this eventuality should take place, I hope that I may be able to + count on the calmness and steadiness of the population. + + Let every one keep himself free from terror--free from panic. + + The Communal Authorities will not desert their posts. They will + continue to exercise their functions with that firmness of purpose + that you have the right to demand from them under such grave + circumstances. + + I need hardly remind my fellow-citizens of their duty to their + country. The laws of war forbid the enemy to force the population + to give information as to the National Army and its method of + defence. The inhabitants of Brussels must know that they are within + their rights in refusing to give any information on this point to + the invader. This refusal is their duty in the interests of their + country. + + Let none of you act as a guide to the enemy. + + Let every one take precautions against spies and foreign agents, + who will try to gather information or provoke manifestations. + + The enemy cannot legitimately harm the family honour nor the life + of the citizens, nor their private property, nor their philosophic + or religious convictions, nor interfere with their religious + services. + + Any abuse committed by the invader must be immediately reported to + me. + + As long as I have life and liberty, I shall protect with all my + might the dignity and rights of my fellow-citizens. I beg the + inhabitants to facilitate my task by abstaining from all acts of + hostility, all employment of arms, and by refraining from + intervention in battles or encounters. + + Citizens, whatever happens, listen to the voice of your Burgomaster + and maintain your confidence in him; he will not betray it. + + Long live Belgium free and independent! + + Long live Brussels! + + ADOLPHE MAX. + +All that night refugees from Louvain and Termonde poured in a steady +stream into Brussels, seeking safety. I have never seen a more pitiful +sight. Little groups of terror-stricken peasants fleeing from their +homes, some on foot, some more fortunate ones with their bits of +furniture in a rough cart drawn by a skeleton horse or a large dog. All +had babies, aged parents, or invalids with them. I realized then for the +first time what war meant. We do not know in England. God grant we never +may. It was not merely rival armies fighting battles, it was +civilians--men, women, and children--losing their homes, their +possessions, their country, even their lives. This invasion of +unfortunates seemed to wake Brussels up to the fact that the German army +was indeed at her gate. Hordes of people rushed to the Gare du Nord in +the early dawn to find it entirely closed, no trains either entering or +leaving it. It was said that as much rolling-stock as was possible had +been sent to France to prevent it being taken by the Germans. There was +then a stampede to the Gare du Midi, from whence a few trains were still +leaving the city crammed to their utmost capacity. + +In the middle of the morning I got a telephone message from the Belgian +Red Cross that the Germans were at the barriers, and would probably +occupy Brussels in half an hour, and that all my nurses must be in their +respective posts before that time. + +Oh dear, what a stampede it was. I told the nurses they must leave their +luggage for the present and be ready in five minutes, and in less than +that time we left the hotel, looking more like a set of rag-and-bone men +than respectable British nursing sisters. One had seized a large +portmanteau, another a bundle of clean aprons, another soap and toilet +articles; yet another provident soul had a tea-basket. I am glad that +the funny side of it did not strike me then, but in the middle of the +next night I had helpless hysterics at the thought of the spectacle we +must have presented. Mercifully no one took much notice of us--the +streets were crowded and we had difficulty in getting on in some +places--just at one corner there was a little cheer and a cry of "Vive +les Anglais!" + +It took a long time before my flock was entirely disposed of. It had +been arranged that several of them should work at one of the large +hospitals in Brussels where 150 beds had been set apart for the wounded, +five in another hospital at the end of the city, two in an ambulance +station in the centre of Brussels, nine were taken over to a large +fire-station that was converted into a temporary hospital with 130 beds, +and two had been promised for a private hospital outside the barriers. +It was a work of time to get the last two to their destinations; the +Germans had begun to come in by that time, and we had to wait two hours +to cross a certain street that led to the hospital, as all traffic had +been stopped while the enemy entered Brussels. + +It was an imposing sight to watch the German troops ride in. The +citizens of Brussels behaved magnificently, but what a bitter +humiliation for them to undergo. How should we have borne it, I wonder, +if it had been London? The streets were crowded, but there was hardly a +sound to be heard, and the Germans took possession of Brussels in +silence. First the Uhlans rode in, then other cavalry, then the +artillery and infantry. The latter were dog-weary, dusty and +travel-stained--they had evidently done some forced marching. When the +order was given to halt for a few minutes, many of them lay down in the +street just as they were, resting against their packs, some too +exhausted to eat, others eating sausages out of little paper bags +(which, curiously enough, bore the name of a Dutch shop printed on the +outside) washed down with draughts of beer which many of the inhabitants +of Brussels, out of pity for their weary state, brought them from the +little drinking-houses that line the Chaussée du Nord. + +The rear was brought up by Red Cross wagons and forage carts, +commissariat wagons, and all the miscellaneous kit of an army on the +march. It took thirty-six hours altogether for the army to march in and +take possession. They installed themselves in the Palais de Justice and +the Hôtel de Ville, having requisitioned beds, food and everything that +they wanted from the various hotels. Poor Madame of the Hotel X. wept +and wrung her hands over the loss of her beautiful beds. Alas, poor +Madame! The next day her husband was shot as a spy, and she cared no +longer about the beds. + +In the meantime, just as it got dark, I installed my last two nurses in +the little ambulance out beyond the barriers. + + + + +II + +CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT + + +The Germans had asked for three days to pass through the city of +Brussels; a week had passed and they showed no signs of going. The first +few days more and more German soldiers poured in--dirty, footsore, and +for the most part utterly worn out. At first the people of Brussels +treated them with almost unnecessary kindness--buying them cake and +chocolate, treating them to beer, and inviting them into their houses to +rest--but by the end of the week these civilities ceased. + +Tales of the German atrocities began to creep in--stories of Liège and +Louvain were circulated from mouth to mouth, and doubtless lost nothing +by being repeated. + +[Illustration: MAP OF BELGIUM] + +There was no _real_ news at all. Think how cut off we were--certainly it +was nothing in comparison with what it was afterwards--but we could +not know that then--and anyway we learnt to accommodate ourselves to the +lack of news by degrees. Imagine a Continental capital suddenly without +newspapers, without trains, telephones, telegraphs; all that we had +considered up to now essentials of civilized life. Personally, I heard a +good deal of Belgian news, one way and another, as I visited all my +flock each day in their various hospitals and ambulances stationed in +every part of the city. + +The hospital that we had to improvise at the fire-station was one of the +most interesting pieces of work we had to do in Brussels. There were 130 +beds altogether in six large wards, and the Sisters had to sleep at +first in one, later in two large dormitories belonging to firemen absent +on active service. The firemen who were left did all the cooking +necessary for the nursing staff and patients, and were the most charming +of men, leaving nothing undone that could augment the Sisters' comfort. + +It is a great strain on temper and endurance for women to work and sleep +and eat together in such close quarters, and on the whole they stood +the test well. In a very few days the fire-station was transformed into +a hospital, and one could tell the Sisters with truth that the wards +looked _almost_ like English ones. Alas and alas! At the end of the week +the Germans put in eighty soldiers with sore feet, who had over-marched, +and the glorious vision of nursing Tommy Atkins at the front faded into +the prosaic reality of putting hundreds of cold compresses on German +feet, that they might be ready all the sooner to go out and kill our +men. War is a queer thing!! + + * * * * * + +On the following Tuesday afternoon the Burgomaster of Charleroi came +into Brussels in an automobile asking for nurses and bringing with him a +permit for this purpose from the German authorities. Charleroi, which +was now also in German hands, was in a terrible state, and most of the +city burnt down to the ground. It was crammed with wounded--both French +and German--every warehouse and cottage almost were full of them, and +they were very short of trained people. + +The Central Red Cross Bureau sent a message, asking if three of us +would go back with him. _Would we!_ Was it not the chance we had been +longing for. In ten minutes Sister Elsie, Sister Grace and I were in +that automobile speeding to Charleroi. I had packed quickly into a +portmanteau all I thought I was likely to want in the way of uniform and +other clothing, with a few medical comforts for the men, and a little +tea and cocoa for ourselves. The two Sisters had done likewise--so we +were rather horrified when we got to Hal, where we had to change +automobiles, the Burgomaster said he could not possibly take any of our +luggage, as we must get into quite a small car--the big one having to +return to Brussels. He assured us that our things would be sent on in a +few days--so back to Brussels went my portmanteau with all my clean +aprons and caps and everything else, and I did not see it again for +nearly a week. But such is war! + +We waited nearly an hour at Hal while our German permits were examined, +and then went off in the small car. It was heart-breaking to see the +scenes of desolation as we passed along the road. Jumet--the +working-class suburb of Charleroi--was entirely burnt down, there did +not seem to be one house left intact. It is indeed terrible when +historic and consecrated buildings such as those at Louvain and Rheims +are burnt down, but in a way it is more pathetic to see these poor +little cottages destroyed, that must have meant so much to their owners, +and it makes one's heart ache to see among the crumbling ruins the +remains of a baby's perambulator, or the half-burnt wires of an old +four-post bed. Probably the inhabitants of Jumet had all fled, as there +was no one to be seen as we went through the deserted village, except +some German sentries pacing up and down. + +Parts of Charleroi were still burning as we got to it, and a terrible +acrid smoke pervaded everything. Here the poorer streets were spared, +and it was chiefly the rich shops and banks and private houses that had +been destroyed. Charleroi was the great Birmingham of Belgium--coal-pits +all round, with many great iron and steel works, now of course all idle, +and most of the owners entirely ruined. The town was absolutely crammed +with German troops as we passed through; it had now been occupied for +two or three days and was being used as a great military depot. + +But Charleroi was not to be our final destination--we went on a few more +kilometres along the Beaumont road, and drew up at a fairly large +building right out in the country. It was a hospital that had been three +parts built ten years ago, then abandoned for some reason and never +finished. Now it was being hastily fitted up as a Red Cross hospital, +and stretcher after stretcher of wounded--both French and German--were +being brought in as we arrived. + +The confusion that reigned within was indescribable. There were some +girls there who had attended first-aid lectures, and they were doing +their best; but there were no trained nurses and no one particularly in +command. The German doctor had already gone, one of the Belgian doctors +was still working there, but he was absolutely worn out and went off +before long, as he had still cases to attend to in the town before he +went to his well-earned bed. He carried off the two Sisters with him, +till the morning, and I was left alone with two or three Red Cross +damsels to face the night. It is a dreadful nightmare to look back at. +Blood-stained uniforms hastily cut off the soldiers were lying on the +floor--half-open packets of dressings were on every locker; basins of +dirty water or disinfectant had not been emptied; men were moaning with +pain, calling for water, begging that their dressings might be done +again; and several new cases just brought in were requiring urgent +attention. And the cannon never ceased booming. I was not accustomed to +it then, and each crash meant to me rows of men mown down--maimed or +killed. I soon learnt that comparatively few shells do any damage, +otherwise there would soon be no men left at all. In time, too, one gets +so accustomed to cannon that one hardly hears it, but I had not arrived +at that stage then: this was my baptism of fire. + +Among the other miseries of that night was the dreadful shortage of all +hospital supplies, and the scarcity of food for the men. There was a +little coffee which they would have liked, but there was no possibility +of hot water. The place had been hastily fitted up with electric light, +and the kitchen was arranged for steam cooking, so there was not even a +gas-jet to heat anything on. I had a spirit-lamp and methylated spirit +in my portmanteau, but, as I said, my luggage had been all wafted away +at Hal. + +But the night wore away somehow, and with the morning light came plans +of organization and one saw how things could be improved in many ways, +and the patients made more comfortable. The hospital was a place of +great possibilities in some ways; its position standing almost at the +top of a high hill in its own large garden was ideal, and the air was +gloriously bracing, but little of it reached the poor patients as +unfortunately the Germans had issued a proclamation forbidding any +windows to be open, in case, it was said, anyone should fire from +them--and as we were all prisoners in their hands, we had to do as we +were bid. + +At nine o'clock the Belgian doctor and the German commandant appeared, +and I went off with the former to help with an amputation of arm, in one +of the little temporary ambulances in the town of M----, three +kilometres away. The building had been a little dark shop and not very +convenient, and if the patient had not been so desperately ill, he +would have been moved to Charleroi for his operation. He was a French +tirailleur--a lad about twenty, his right arm had been severely injured +by shrapnel several days before, and was gangrenous right up to the +shoulder. He was unconscious and moaning slightly at intervals, but he +stood the operation very well, and we left him fairly comfortable when +we had to return to the hospital. + +We got back about twelve, which is the hour usually dedicated to +patients' dinner, but it was impossible to find anything to eat except +potatoes. We sent everywhere to get some meat, but without success, +though in a day or two we got some kind of dark meat which I thought +must be horse. (Now from better acquaintance with ancient charger, I +know it to have been so.) There was just a little milk that was reserved +for the illest patients, no butter or bread. I was beginning to feel +rather in need of food myself by that time. There had been, of course, +up to then no time to bother about my own meals, and I had had nothing +since breakfast the day before, that is about thirty hours ago, except +a cup of coffee which I had begged from the concierge before starting +with the doctor for the amputation case. + +Well, there was nothing to eat and only the dirtiest old woman in all +the world to cook it, but at three o'clock we managed to serve the +patients with an elegant dish of underdone lentils for the first course, +and overdone potatoes for the second, and partook ourselves gratefully +thereof, after they had finished. In the afternoon of that day a meeting +of the Red Cross Committee was held at the hospital, and I was sent for +and formally installed as Matron of the hospital with full authority to +make any improvements I thought necessary, and with the stipulation that +I might have two or three days' leave every few weeks, to go and visit +my scattered flock in Brussels. The appointment had to be made subject +to the approval of the German commandant, but apparently he made no +objection--at any rate I never heard of any. + +And then began a very happy time for me, in spite of many difficulties +and disappointments. I can never tell the goodness of the Committee and +the Belgian doctor to me, and their kindness in letting me introduce all +our pernickety English ways to which they were not accustomed, won my +gratitude for ever. Never were Sisters so loyal and unselfish as mine. +The first part of the time they were overworked and underfed, and no +word of grumbling or complaint was ever heard from them. They worked +from morning till night and got the hospital into splendid order. The +Committee were good enough to allow me to keep the best of the Red Cross +workers as probationers and to forbid entrance to the others. We had +suffered so much at their hands before this took place, that I was truly +grateful for this permission as no discipline or order was possible with +a large number of young girls constantly rushing in and out, sitting on +patients' beds, meddling with dressings, and doing all kinds of things +they shouldn't. + +I am sure that no hospital ever had nicer patients than ours were. The +French patients, though all severely wounded and prisoners in the hands +of the Germans, bore their troubles cheerfully, even gaily. We had a +great variety of regiments represented in the hospital: Tirailleurs, +Zouaves, one Turco from Algeria--our big good-natured Adolphe--soldiers +from Paris, from Brittany and from Normandy, especially from Calvados. +The German soldiers, too, behaved quite well, and were very grateful for +everything done for them--mercifully we had no officers. We had not +separate rooms for them--French and German soldiers lay side by side in +the public wards. + +One of the most harrowing things during that time was the way all the +Belgians were watching for the English troops to deliver them from the +yoke of their oppressor. Every day, many times a day, when German rules +got more and more stringent and autocratic, and fresh tales of +unnecessary harshness and cruelty were circulated, they would say over +and over again, "Where are the English? If only the English would come!" +Later they got more bitter and we heard, "Why don't the English come and +help us as they promised? If only the English would come, it would be +all right." And so on, till I almost felt as if I could not bear it any +longer. One morning some one came in and said English soldiers had been +seen ten kilometres away. We heard the sound of distant cannon in a new +direction, and watched and waited, hoping to see the English ride in. +But some one must have mistaken the German khaki for ours, for no +English were ever near that place. There was no news of what was really +happening in the country, no newspapers ever got through, and we had +nothing to go upon but the German _affiches_ proclaiming victories +everywhere, the German trains garlanded with laurels and faded roses, +marked "Destination--Paris," and the large batches of French prisoners +that were constantly marched through the town. An inscription written +over a doorway in Charleroi amused us rather: "Vive Guillaume II, roi de +l'univers." Not yet, not yet, William. + +Later on the Belgians issued a wonderful little newspaper at irregular +intervals of three or four days, typewritten and passed from hand to +hand. The most amazing news was published in it, which we always firmly +believed, till it was contradicted in the next issue. I collected two or +three copies of this paper as a curiosity, but unfortunately lost them +later on, with all my papers and luggage. One or two items I remember +quite well. One gave a vivid account of how the Queen of Holland had +killed her husband because he had allowed the Germans to pass through +Maestricht; another even more circumstantial story was that England had +declared war on Holland, Holland had submitted at once, and England +imposed many stringent conditions, of which I only remember two. One +was, that all her trade with Germany should cease at once; secondly, +that none of her lighthouses should show light at night. + +One of the German surgeons who used to operate at our hospital was +particularly ingenious in inventing tortures for me; I used to have to +help him in his operations, and he would recount to me with gusto how +the English had retreated from Mons, how the Germans were getting nearer +and nearer to Paris, how many English killed, wounded and prisoners +there were, and so on. One morning he began about the Fleet and said +that a great battle was going on in the North Sea, and going very badly +for the English. I had two brothers fighting in the North Sea of whom I +had no news since the war began, and I could bear it no longer, but fled +from the operating-room. + +Charleroi and its neighbourhood was just one large German camp, its +position on the railway making it a particularly valuable base for them. +The proclamations and rules for the behaviour of the inhabitants became +daily more and more intolerant. It was forbidden to lock the door, or +open the window, or pull down the blinds, or allow your dog out of the +house; all German officers were to be saluted--and if there was any +doubt, any German soldier was to be saluted, and so on, day after day. +One really funny one I wish I could reproduce. It forbade anyone to +"wear a menacing look" but it did not say who was to be the judge of +this look. + +Every one was too restless and unhappy to settle to anything, all the +most important shops were burnt down, and very few of those that were +left were open. The whole population seemed to spend all their time in +the street waiting for something to happen. Certainly the Germans seem +to have had a special "down" on Charleroi and its neighbourhood, so many +villages in its vicinity were burnt down and most abominable cruelties +practised on its inhabitants. The peasants who were left were simply +terrorized, as no doubt the Germans meant them to be, and a white flag +hung from nearly every cottage window denoting complete submission. In +one village some German soldier wrote in chalk on the door of a house +where he had been well received, "Güte Leute hier," and these poor +people got chalk and tried to copy the difficult German writing on every +door in the street. I am afraid that did not save them, however, when +their turn came. It was the utter ruthlessness and foresight with which +every contingency was prepared for that appalled me and made me realize +what a powerful enemy we were up against. Everything was thought out +down to the last detail and must have been prepared months beforehand. +Even their wagons for transport were all painted the same slate-grey +colour, while the English and Belgians were using any cart they could +commandeer in the early days, as I afterwards saw in a German camp +Pickford's vans and Lyons' tea carts that they had captured from us. +Even their postal arrangements were complete; we saw their grey +"Feld-Post" wagons going to and fro quite at the beginning of the war. + +Several people in Charleroi told me that the absolute system and +organization of destruction frightened them more than the actual fire +itself. Every German soldier had a little hatchet, and when Charleroi +was fired, they simply went down the street as if they had been drilled +to it for months, cutting a square hole in the panel of each door, and +throwing a ball of celluloid filled with benzine inside. This exploded +and set the house on fire, and later on the soldiers would return to see +if it was burning well. They were entirely indifferent as to whether +anyone were inside or not, as the following incident, which came under +my notice, will show. Two English Red Cross Sisters were working at an +ambulance in Charleroi, and lodging with some people in the centre of +the city. When the town was being burnt they asked leave to go and try +to save some of their possessions. They arrived at the house, however, +and found it entirely burnt down, and all their things destroyed. They +were returning rather sorrowfully to their hospital when an old woman +accosted them and told them that a woman with a new-born infant was +lying in bed in one of the burning houses. + +The house was not burning badly, and they got into it quite easily and +found the woman lying in bed with her little infant beside her, almost +out of her wits with terror, but too weak to move. The nurses found they +could not manage alone, so went down into the street to find a man. They +found, after some trouble, a man who had only one arm and got him to +help them take the woman to the hospital. One of the nurses was carrying +the baby, the other with the one-armed man was supporting the mother, +when the German soldiers fired at the little party, and the one-armed +man fell bleeding at the side of the road. The Sisters were obliged to +leave him for the moment, and went on with the mother and infant to the +hospital, got a stretcher and came back and fetched the man and brought +him also to the hospital. It was only a flesh wound in the shoulder and +he made a good recovery, but what a pitiful little group to waste +ammunition on--a newly confined mother and her infant, two Red Cross +Sisters and a crippled man. + +One can only imagine that they were drunk when they did these kind of +things, for individually the German soldier is generally a decent +fellow, though some of the Prussian officers are unspeakable. Discipline +is very severe and the soldiers are obliged to carry out orders without +troubling themselves about rights and wrongs. It is curious that very +few German soldiers know why they are fighting, and they are always told +such wonderful stories of German victories that they think the war will +soon be over. When they arrived at Charleroi, for instance, they were +told they were at Charleville, and nearly all our wounded German +soldiers thought they were already in France. They also thought Paris +was already taken and London in flames. It hardly seems worth while to +lie to them in this way, for they are bound to find out the truth sooner +or later. + + + + +III + +OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS + + +After we had had a long week of night and day work, two more of my +nurses suddenly turned up at the hospital. They had most unexpectedly +got a message that I had sent in by hand to Brussels, begging for nurses +and saying how hard pressed we were, and had got permission to come out +in a Red Cross motor-ambulance. I was, of course, delighted to see them, +and with their help we soon settled down into the ordinary routine of +hospital life, and forgot we were prisoners under strict supervision, +having all kinds of tiresome rules and regulations to keep. + +The question of supplies was a very difficult one from the first. We +were short of everything, very short of dressings, chloroform and all +kinds of medical supplies, and especially (even worse in one way) very +short of hospital linen such as sheets and towels and shirts and +drawers, and we had the greatest difficulty in getting anyone to come +and wash for us. One might have thought that with almost every one out +of work, there would have been no lack of women; but the hospital was a +long way from the nearest town and I suppose they were afraid to come; +also, of course, many, very many, had had their houses burnt, lost their +all and fled away. The food question was a very difficult one also. We +had to live just from day to day and be thankful for small mercies. +Naturally for ourselves it would not have mattered at all, but it _did_ +matter very much for our poor patients, who were nearly all very ill. +Meat was always difficult often impossible to get, and at first there +was no bread, which, personally, I missed more than anything else; +afterwards we got daily rations of this. Butter there was none; eggs and +milk very scarce, only just enough for the very severely wounded. +Potatoes and lentils we had in great quantities, and on that diet one +would never starve, though it was not an ideal one for sick men. + +I remember one morning when we had only potatoes for the men's dinner; +the cook had just peeled an immense bucket of them and was putting them +on to boil when some German soldiers came and took the lot, and this so +infuriated the cook that we had to wait hours before we could get +another lot prepared and cooked for the patients' dinner. The +water-supply was another of our difficulties. All the watercourses in +the neighbourhood were polluted with dead bodies of men and horses and +no water was fit to drink. There was a horrible, greenish, foul-smelling +stream near the hospital, which I suppose eventually found its way into +the river, and it sickened me to imagine what we were drinking, even +though it was well boiled. + +It was very hot weather and the men all dreadfully thirsty. There was +one poor Breton soldier dying of septicæmia, who lay in a small room off +the large ward. He used to shriek to every passer-by to give him drink, +and no amount of water relieved his raging thirst. That voice calling +incessantly night and day, "A boire, à boire!" haunted me long after he +was dead. The taste of long-boiled water is flat and nasty, so we made +weak decoctions of camomile-tea for the men, which they seemed to like +very much. We let it cool, and kept a jug of it on each locker so that +they could help themselves whenever they liked. + +Some of the ladies of the town were very kind indeed in bringing in wine +and little delicacies for our sick, and for ourselves, too, sometimes. +We were very grateful to them for all their kindness in the midst of +their own terrible trouble and anxieties. + +All the first ten days the cannon boomed without ceasing; by degrees it +got more distant, and we knew the forts of Maubeuge were being bombarded +by the famous German howitzers, which used to shake the hospital to its +foundations. The French soldiers in the wards soon taught us to +distinguish the sounds of the different cannon. In a few days we knew as +well as they did whether it was French or German artillery firing. + +Our hospital was on the main Beaumont road, and in the midst of our work +we would sometimes glance out and watch the enormous reinforcements of +troops constantly being sent up. Once we saw a curious sight. Two large +motor-omnibuses with "Leipziger lokal-anzeiger" painted on their side +went past, each taking about twenty-five German Béguine nuns to the +battlefield, the contrast between this very modern means of transport +and the archaic appearance of the nuns in their mediæval dress was very +striking. + +Suddenly one Sunday morning the cannonading ceased--there was dead +silence--Maubeuge was taken, and the German army passed on into France. +It is difficult to explain the desolating effect when the cannon +suddenly ceases. At first one fears and hates it, then one gets +accustomed to it and one feels at least _something is being done_--there +is still a chance. When it ceases altogether there is a sense of utter +desertion, as if all hope had been given up. + + * * * * * + +On the morning of September 1 the German commandant suddenly appeared in +the wards at 7 o'clock, and said that all the German wounded were going +to be sent off to Germany at once, and that wagons would be coming in an +hour's time to take them to the station. We had several men who were not +fit to travel, amongst them a soldier who had had his leg amputated only +twelve hours before. I ought to have learnt by that time the futility +of argument with a German official, but I pleaded very hard that a few +of the men might be left till they were a little better able to stand +the journey, for there is no nationality among wounded, and we could not +bear even German patients to undergo unnecessary suffering. But my +remonstrances were quite in vain, and one could not help wondering what +would become of _our_ wounded if the Germans treated their own so +harshly. I heard from other ambulances that it was their experience as +well as mine that the lightly wounded were very well looked after, but +the severely wounded were often very inconsiderately treated. They were +no longer any use as fighting machines and only fit for the scrap-heap. +It is all part of the German system. They are out for one purpose only, +that is to win--and they go forward with this one end in +view--everything else, including the care of the wounded, is a +side-issue and must be disregarded and sacrificed if necessary. + +We prepared the men as well as we could for the long ride in the wagons +that must precede the still longer train journey. Once on the +ambulance-train, however, they would be well looked after; it was the +jolting on the country road I feared for many of them. None of us were +permitted to accompany them to Charleroi station, but the driver of one +of the wagons told me afterwards that the man with the amputated leg had +been taken out dead at the station, as he had had a severe hæmorrhage on +the way, which none of his comrades knew how to treat. He also told us +that all the big hospitals at Charleroi were evacuating their German +wounded, and that he had seen two other men taken out of carts quite +dead. We took this to mean very good news for us, thinking that the +Germans must have had a severe reverse to be taking away their wounded +in such a hurry. So we waited and hoped, but as usual nothing happened +and there was no news. + +We had a very joyful free sort of feeling at having got rid of the +German patients. The French soldiers began to sing The Marseillaise as +soon as they had gone, but we were obliged to stop them as we feared the +German doctor or commandant, who were often prowling about, might hear. +Losing so many patients made the work much lighter for the time being, +and about this time, too, several of the severely wounded men died. They +had suffered so frightfully that it was a great relief when they died +and were at rest. The curé of the parish church was so good to them, +never minding how many times a day he toiled up that long hill in the +blazing sunshine, if he could comfort some poor soul, or speed them on +their way fortified with the last rites of the Church. + +One poor Breton soldier could not bear the thought of being buried +without a coffin--he spoke about it for days before he died, till Madame +D----, a lady living in the town to whom we owe countless acts of +kindness, promised that she would provide a coffin, so the poor lad died +quite happily and peacefully, and the coffin and a decent funeral were +provided in due course, though, of course, he was not able to have a +soldier's funeral. Some of these poor French soldiers were dreadfully +homesick--most of them were married, and some were fathers of families +who had to suddenly leave their peaceful occupations to come to the war. +Jules, a dapper little pastrycook with pink cheeks and bright black +eyes, had been making a batch of tarts when his summons had come. And he +was much better suited to making tarts than to fighting, poor little +man, for he was utterly unnerved by what he had gone through, and used +to have dreadful fits of crying and sobbing which it was very difficult +to stop. + +Some of the others, and especially the Zouaves, one could not imagine in +any other profession than that of soldiering. How jolly and cheerful +they were, always making the best of everything, and when the German +patients had gone we really had time to nurse them and look after them +properly. Those who were able for the exertion were carried out to the +garden, and used to lie under the pear-trees telling each other +wonderful stories of what they had been through, and drinking in fresh +health and strength every day from the beautiful breeze that we had on +the very hottest days up on our hill. We had to guard them very +carefully while they were in the garden, however, for if one man had +tried to escape the hospital would have been burnt down and the +officials probably shot. So two orderlies and two Red Cross +probationers were always on duty there, and I think they enjoyed it as +much as the men. + +Suddenly a fresh thunderbolt fell. + +One Sunday morning the announcement was made that every French patient +was to go to Germany on Monday morning at eight. + +We were absolutely in despair. We had one man actually dying, several +others who must die before long, eight or ten who were very severely +wounded in the thigh and quite unable to move, two at least who were +paralysed, many who had not set foot out of bed and were not fit to +travel--we had not forgotten the amputation case of a few days before, +who was taken out dead at Charleroi station. I was so absolutely +miserable about it that I persuaded the Belgian doctor to go to the +commandant, and beg that the worst cases might be left to us, which he +very pluckily did, but without the slightest effect--they must all go, +ill or well, fit or unfit. After all the German patients were returning +to their own country and people, but these poor French soldiers were +going ill and wounded as prisoners to suffer and perhaps die in an +enemy's country--an enemy who knew no mercy. + +I could hardly bear to go into the wards at all that day, and busied +myself with seeing about their clothes. Here was a practical +illustration of the difference in equipment between the German and +French soldiers. The German soldiers came in well equipped, with money +in their pockets and all they needed with them. Their organization was +perfect, and they were prepared for the war; the French were not. When +they arrived at the hospital their clothes had been cut off them anyhow, +with jagged rips and splits by the untrained Red Cross girls. Trained +ambulance workers are always taught to cut by the seam when possible. +Many had come without a cap, some without a great-coat, some without +boots; all had to be got ready somehow. The hospital was desperately +short of supplies--we simply could not give them all clean shirts and +drawers as we longed to do. The trousers were our worst problem, hardly +any of them were fit to put on. We had a few pairs of grey and black +striped trousers, the kind a superior shopman might wear, but we were +afraid to give those to the men as we thought the Germans would think +they were going to try to escape if they appeared in civil trousers, and +might punish them severely. So we mended up these remnants of French red +pantaloons as best we could. One man we _had_ to give civil trousers as +he had only a few shreds of pantaloon left, and these he promised to +carry in his hand to show that he really could not put them on. + +The men were laughing and joking and teasing one another about their +garments, but my heart was as heavy as lead. I simply could not _bear_ +to let the worst cases go. One or two of the Committee came up and we +begged them to try what they could do with the commandant, but they said +it was not the least use, and from what I had seen myself, I had to +confess that I did not think it would be. The patient I was most unhappy +about was a certain French count we had in the hospital. He had been +shot through the back at the battle of Nalinnes, and was three days on +the battlefield before he was picked up. Now he lay dying in a little +side room off the ward. The least movement caused him acute agony, even +the pillow had to be moved an inch at a time before it could be turned, +and it took half an hour to change his shirt. The doctor had said in the +morning he could not last another forty-eight hours. But if he was alive +the next morning he would be put in those horrible springless carts, and +jolted, jolted down to the station, taken out and transferred to a +shaky, vibrating train, carrying him far away into Germany. + +Mercifully he died very peacefully in his sleep that evening, and we +were all very thankful that the end should have come a little earlier +than was expected. + +Late that night came a message that the men were not to start till +midday, so we got them all dressed somehow by eleven. All had had bad +nights, nearly all had temperatures, and they looked very poor things +when they were dressed; even fat, jolly Adolphe looked pale and subdued. +We had not attempted to do anything with the bad bed cases; if they +_must_ go they must just go wrapped up in their blankets. But we +unexpectedly got a reprieve. A great German chief came round that +morning, accompanied by the German doctor and German commandant, and +gave the order that the very bad cases were to remain for the present. I +cannot say how thankful we were for this respite and so were the men. +Poor Jules, who was very weak from pain and high temperature, turned to +the wall and cried from pure relief. + +At 11.30 the patients had their dinner--we tried to give them a good one +for the last--and then every moment we expected the wagons to come. We +waited and waited till at length we began to long for them to come and +get the misery of it over. At last they arrived, and we packed our +patients into it as comfortably as we could on the straw. Each had a +parcel with a little money and a few delicacies our ever-generous Madame +D---- had provided. It was terrible to think of some of these poor men +in their shoddy uniforms, without an overcoat, going off to face a long +German winter. + +So we said good-bye with smiles and tears and thanks and salutations. +And the springless wagons jolted away over the rough road, and +fortunately we had our bad cases to occupy our thoughts. An order came +to prepare at once for some more wounded who might be coming in at any +time, so we started at once to get ready for any emergency. The beds +were disinfected and made up with our last clean sheets and +pillow-cases, and the wards scrubbed, when there was a shout from some +one that they were bringing in wounded at the hospital gate. We looked +out and true enough there were stretchers being brought in. I went along +to the operating theatre to see that all was ready there in case of +necessity, when I heard shrieks and howls of joy, and turned round and +there were all our dear men back again, and they, as well as the entire +staff, were half mad with delight. They were all so excited, talking at +once, one could hardly make out what had happened; but at last I made +one of them tell me quietly. It appeared that when the wagons got down +to Charleroi station, the men were unloaded and put on stretchers, and +were about to be carried into the station when an officer came and +pointed a pistol at them (why, no one knew, for they were only obeying +orders), and said they were to wait. So they waited there outside the +station for a long time, guarded by a squad of German soldiers, and at +last were told that the train to Germany was already full and that they +must return to the hospital. They all had to be got back into bed (into +our disinfected beds, with the last of the clean sheets!) and fed and +their dressings done, and so on, and they were so excited that it took a +long time before they could settle down for the night. But it was a very +short reprieve, for the next day they had to go off again and there was +no coming back this time. + +I often think of those poor lads in Germany and wonder what has become +of them, and if those far-off mothers all think their sons are dead. If +so, what a joyful surprise some of them will have some day--after the +war. + + + + +IV + +THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS + + +This seemed a favourable moment for me to go to Brussels for a day or +two to visit my flock. The Committee gave me leave to go, but begged me +to be back in two days, which I promised to do. A _laissez-passer_ had +been obtained from the German commandant for a Red Cross automobile to +go into Brussels to fetch some supplies of dressings and bandages of +which all the hospitals in the neighbourhood were woefully short. And I +was also graciously accorded a ticket of leave by the same august +authority to go for two days, which might be extended to three according +to the length of stay of the automobile. + +The night before I left, an aeroplane which had been flying very high +above the town dropped some papers. The doctor with whom I was lodging +secured one and brought it back triumphantly. It contained a message +from the Burgomaster of Antwerp to his fellow-citizens, and ended thus: +"Courage, fellow-citizens, in a fortnight our country will be delivered +from the enemy." + +We were all absurdly cheered by this message, and felt that it was only +a matter of a short time now before the Germans were driven out of +Belgium. We had had no news for so long that we thought probably the +Antwerp Burgomaster had information of which we knew nothing, and I was +looking forward to hearing some good news when I got to Brussels. + +I found Brussels very much changed since I had left it some weeks +before. Then it was in a fever of excitement, now it was in the chill of +dark despair. German rule was firmly established, and was growing daily +more harsh and humiliating for its citizens. Everything was done to +Germanize the city, military automobiles were always dashing through, +their hooters playing the notes of the Emperor's salute, Belgian +automobiles that had been requisitioned whirred up and down the streets +filled with German officers' wives and children, German time was kept, +German money was current coin, and every café and confectioner's shop +was always crowded with German soldiers. Every day something new was +forbidden. Now it was taking photographs--the next day no cyclist was +allowed to ride, and any cyclist in civil dress might be shot at sight, +and so on. The people were only _just_ kept in hand by their splendid +Burgomaster, M. Max, but more than once it was just touch and go whether +he would be able to restrain them any longer. + +What made the people almost more angry than anything else was the loss +of their pigeons, as many of the Belgians are great pigeon fanciers and +have very valuable birds. Another critical moment was when they were +ordered to take down all the Belgian flags. Up to that time the Belgian +flag, unlike every other town that the Germans had occupied, had floated +bravely from nearly every house in Brussels. M. Max had issued a +proclamation encouraging the use of it early in the war. Now this was +forbidden as it was considered an insult to the Germans. Even the Red +Cross flag was forbidden except on the German military hospitals, and I +thought Brussels looked indeed a melancholy city as we came in from +Charleroi that morning in torrents of rain in the Red Cross car. + +My first business was to go round and visit all my nurses. I found most +of them very unhappy because they had no work. All the patients had been +removed from the fire-station hospital and nearly all the private +hospitals and ambulances were empty too. It was said that Germans would +rather have all their wounded die than be looked after by Englishwomen, +and there were dreadful stories afloat which I cannot think any German +believed, of English nurses putting out the eyes of the German wounded. +Altogether there were a good many English Sisters and doctors in +Brussels--three contingents sent out by the Order of St. John of +Jerusalem, to which we belonged, a large unit sent by the British Red +Cross Society, and a good many sent out privately. It certainly was not +worth while for more than a hundred English nurses to remain idle in +Brussels, and the only thing to do now was to get them back to England +as soon as possible. In the meantime a few of them took the law into +their own hands, and slipped away without a passport, and got back to +England safely by unofficial means. + +The second afternoon I was in Brussels I received a note from one of my +nurses who had been sent to Tirlemont in my absence by the Belgian Red +Cross Society. The contents of the note made me very anxious about her, +and I determined to go and see her if possible. I had some Belgian +acquaintances who had come from that direction a few days before, and I +went to ask their advice as to how I should set about it. They told me +the best way, though rather the longest, was to go first to Mâlines and +then on to Tirlemont from there, and the only possible way of getting +there was to walk, as they had done a few days previously, and trust to +getting lifts in carts. There had been no fighting going on when they +had passed, and they thought I should get through all right. + +So I set out very early in the morning accompanied by another Sister, +carrying a little basket with things for one or two nights. I did not +ask for any _laissez-passer_, knowing well enough that it would not be +granted. We were lucky enough to get a tram the first part of the way, +laden with peasants who had been in to Brussels to sell country produce +to the German army, and then we set out on our long walk. It was a +lovely late September morning, and the country looked so peaceful one +could hardly believe that a devastating war was going on. Our way led +first through a park, then through a high-banked lane all blue with +scabious, and then at last we got on to a main road, when the owner of a +potato cart crawling slowly along, most kindly gave us a long lift on +our way. + +We then walked straight along the Mâlines road, and I was just remarking +to my companion that it was odd we should not have met a single German +soldier, when we came into a village that was certainly full of them. It +was about 11 o'clock and apparently their dinner hour, for they were all +hurrying out of a door with cans full of appetizing stew in their hands. +They took no notice of us and we walked on, but very soon came to a +sandy piece of ground where a good many soldiers were entrenched and +where others were busily putting up barbed-wire entanglements. They +looked at us rather curiously but did not stop us, and we went on. +Suddenly we came to a village where a hot skirmish was going on, two +Belgian and German outposts had met. Some mitrailleuses were there in +the field beside us, and the sound of rifle fire was crackling in the +still autumn air. There was nothing to do but to go forward, so we went +on through the village, and presently saw four German soldiers running +up the street. It is not a pretty sight to see men running away. These +men were livid with terror and gasping with deep breaths as they ran. +One almost brushed against me as he passed, and then stopped for a +moment, and I thought he was going to shoot us. But in a minute they +went on towards the barbed-wire barricades and we made our way up the +village street. Bullets were whistling past now, and every one was +closing their shops and putting up their shutters. Several people were +taking refuge behind a manure heap, and we went to join them, but the +proprietor came out and said we must not stay there as it was dangerous +for him. He advised us to go to the hotel, so we went along the street +until we reached it, but it was not a very pleasant walk, as bullets +were flying freely and the mitrailleuse never stopped going pom-pom-pom. + +We found the hotel closed when we got to it, and the people absolutely +refused to let us come in, so we stood in the road for a few minutes, +not knowing which way to go. Then a Red Cross doctor saw us, and came +and told us to get under cover at once. We explained that we desired +nothing better, but that the hotel was shut, so he very kindly took us +to a convent near by. It was a convent of French nuns who had been +expelled from France and come to settle in this little village, and when +they heard who we were they were perfectly charming to us, bringing +beautiful pears from their garden and offering to keep us for the night. +We could not do that, however, it might have brought trouble on them; +but we rested half an hour and then made up our minds to return to +Brussels. We could not go forward as the Mâlines road was blocked with +soldiers, and we were afraid we could not get back the way we had come, +past the barbed-wire barricades, but the nuns told us of a little lane +at the back of their convent which led to the high road to Brussels, +about fifteen miles distant. We went down this lane for about an hour, +and then came to a road where four roads met, just as the nuns had said. +I did not know which road to take, so asked a woman working outside the +farm. She spoke Flemish, of which I only know a few words, and either I +misunderstood her, or she thought we were German Sisters, for she +pointed to another lane at the left which we had not noticed, and we +thought it was another short cut to Brussels. + +We had only gone a few yards down this lane when we met a German sentry +who said "Halt!" We were so accustomed to them that we did not take much +notice, and I just showed my Red Cross brassard as I had been accustomed +to do in Charleroi when stopped. This had the German eagle stamped on it +as well as the Belgian Red Cross stamp. The man saluted and let us pass. +_Now_ I realize that he too thought we were German Sisters. + +We went on calmly down the lane and in two minutes we fell into a whole +German camp. There were tents and wagons and cannon and camp fires, and +thousands of soldiers. I saw some carts there which they must have +captured from the English bearing the familiar names of "Lyons' Tea" and +"Pickford" vans! An officer came up and asked in German what we wanted. +I replied in French that we were two Sisters on our way to Brussels. +Fortunately I could produce my Belgian Carte d'Identité, which had also +been stamped with the German stamp. The only hope was to let him think +we were Belgians. Had they known we were English I don't think anything +would have saved us from being shot as spies. The officer had us +searched, but found nothing contraband on us and let us go, though he +did not seem quite satisfied. He really thought he had found something +suspicious when he spied in my basket a small metal case. It contained +nothing more compromising, however, than a piece of Vinolia soap. We had +not the least idea which way to go when we were released, and went wrong +first, and had to come back through that horrible camp again. Seven +times we were stopped and searched, and each time I pointed to my German +brassard and produced my Belgian Carte d'Identité. Sister did not speak +French or German, but she was very good and did not lose her head, or +give us away by speaking English to me. And at last--it seemed hours to +us--we got safely past the last sentry. Footsore and weary, but very +thankful, we trudged back to Brussels. + +But that was not quite the end of our adventure, for just as we were +getting into Brussels an officer galloped after us, and dismounted as +soon as he got near us. He began asking in broken French the most +searching questions as to our movements. I could not keep it up and had +to tell him that we were English. He really nearly fell down with +surprise, and wanted to know, naturally enough, what we were doing +there. I told him the exact truth--how we had started out for Mâlines, +were unable to get there and so were returning to Brussels. "But," he +said at once, "you are not on the Mâlines road." He had us there, but I +explained that we had rested at a convent and that the nuns had shown us +a short cut, and that we had got on to the wrong road quite by mistake. +He asked a thousand questions, and wanted the whole history of our lives +from babyhood up. Eventually I satisfied him apparently, for he saluted, +and said in English as good as mine, "Truly the English are a wonderful +nation," mounted his horse and rode away. + +I did not try any more excursions to Tirlemont after that, but heard +later on that my nurse was safe and in good hands. + + * * * * * + +My business in Brussels was now finished, and I wanted to return to my +hospital at M. The German authorities met my request with a blank +refusal. I was not at all prepared for this. I had only come in for two +days and had left all my luggage behind me. Also one cannot leave one's +hospital in this kind of way without a word of explanation to anyone. I +could not go without permission, and it was more than sixty kilometres, +too far to walk. I kept on asking, and waited and waited, hoping from +day to day to get permission to return. + +Instead of that came an order that every private ambulance and hospital +in Brussels was to be closed at once, and that no wounded at all were to +be nursed by the English Sisters. The doctor and several of the Sisters +belonging to the Red Cross unit were imprisoned for twenty-four hours +under suspicion of being spies. Things could not go on like this much +longer. What I wanted to do was to send all my nurses back to England if +it could be arranged, and return myself to my work at M. till it was +finished. We were certainly not wanted in Brussels. The morning that the +edict to close the hospitals had been issued, I saw about 200 German Red +Cross Sisters arriving at the Gare du Nord. + +I am a member of the International Council of Nurses, and our last big +congress was held in Germany. I thus became acquainted with a good many +of the German Sisters, and wondered what the etiquette would be if I +should meet some of them now in Brussels. But I never saw any I knew. + +After the Red Cross doctor with his Sisters had been released, he went +to the German authorities and asked in the name of us all what they +proposed doing with us. As they would no longer allow us to follow our +profession, we could not remain in Brussels. The answer was rather +surprising as they said they intended sending the whole lot of us to +Liège. That was not pleasant news. Liège was rather uncomfortably near +Germany, and as we were not being sent to work there it sounded +remarkably like being imprisoned. Every one who could exerted themselves +on our behalf; the American Consul in particular went over and over +again to vainly try to get the commandant to change his mind. We were to +start on Monday morning, and on Sunday at midday the order still stood. +But at four o'clock that afternoon we got a message to say that our +gracious masters had changed our sentence, and that we were to go to +England when it suited their pleasure to send us. But this did not suit +_my_ pleasure at all. Twenty-six nurses had been entrusted to my care by +the St. John's Committee, four were still at M., and one at Tirlemont, +and I did not mean to quit Belgian soil if I could help it, leaving five +of them behind. So I took everything very quietly, meaning to stay +behind at the last minute, and change into civilian dress, which I took +care to provide myself with. + +Then began a long period of waiting. Not one of my nurses was working, +though there were a great many wounded in Brussels, and we knew that +they were short-handed. There was nothing to do but to walk about the +streets and read the new _affiches_, or proclamations, which were put up +almost every day, one side in French, the other side in German, so that +all who listed might read. They were of two kinds. One purported to give +the news, which was invariably of important German successes and +victories. The other kind were orders and instructions for the behaviour +of the inhabitants of Brussels. It was possible at that time to buy +small penny reprints of all the proclamations issued since the German +occupation. They were not sold openly as the Germans were said to forbid +their sale, but after all they could hardly punish people for reissuing +what they themselves had published. Unfortunately I afterwards lost my +little books of proclamations, but can reproduce a translation of a +characteristic one that appeared on October 5. The italics are mine. + + BRUSSELS: October 5, 1914. + + During the evening of September 25 the railway line and the + telegraph wires were destroyed on the line Lovenjoul-Vertryck. In + consequence of this, these two places have had to render an account + of this, and had to give hostages on the morning of September 30. + In future, the localities nearest to the place where similar acts + take place _will be punished without pity--it matters little + whether the inhabitants are guilty or not_. For this purpose + hostages have been taken from all localities near the railway line + thus menaced, and at the first attempt to destroy either the + railway line or telephone or telegraph, _the hostages will be + immediately shot_. Further, all the troops charged with the duty of + guarding the railway have been ordered _to shoot any person with a + suspicious manner_ who approaches the line or telegraph or + telephone wires. + + VON DER GOLST. + +And Von der Golst was recalled from Brussels later on because he was too +lenient! + +There is no reparation the Germans can ever make for iniquities of this +kind--and they cannot deny these things as they have others, for they +stand condemned out of their own mouths. Their own proclamations are +quite enough evidence to judge them on. + +One cannot help wondering what the German standard of right and wrong +really is, because their private acts as well as their public ones have +been so unworthy of a great nation. Some Belgian acquaintances of mine +who had a large chateau in the country told me that such stealing among +officers as took place was unheard of in any war before between +civilized countries. The men had little opportunity of doing so, but the +officers sent whole wagon-loads of things back to Germany with their +name on. My friends said naturally they expected them to take food and +wine and even a change of clothing, but in their own home the German +officers quartered there had taken the very carpets off the floor and +the chandeliers from the ceiling, and old carved cupboards that had been +in the family for generations, and sent them back to Germany. They all +begged me to make these facts public when I got back to England. Writing +letters was useless as they never got through. Other Belgian friends +told me of the theft of silver, jewellery, and even women's +undergarments. + +It was not etiquette in Brussels to watch the Germans, and particularly +the officers. One could not speak about them in public, spies were +everywhere, and one would be arrested at once at the first indiscreet +word--but no one could be forced to look at them--and the habit was to +ignore them altogether, to avert one's head, or shut one's eyes, or in +extreme cases to turn one's back on them, and this hurt their feelings +more than anything else could do. They _could_ not believe apparently +that Belgian women did not enjoy the sight of a beautiful officer in +full dress--as much as German women would do. + +All English papers were very strictly forbidden, but a few got in +nevertheless by runners from Ostend. At the beginning of the German +occupation the _Times_ could be obtained for a franc. Later it rose to 3 +francs then 5, then 9, then 15 francs. Then with a sudden leap it +reached 23 francs on one day. That was the high-water mark, for it came +down after that. The _Times_ was too expensive for the likes of me. I +used to content myself with the _Flandres Libérale_, a half-penny paper +published then in Ghent and sold in Brussels for a franc or more +according to the difficulty in getting it in. These papers used to be +wrapped up very tight and small and smuggled into Brussels in a basket +of fruit or a cart full of dirty washing. They could not of course be +bought in the shops, and the Germans kept a very keen look-out for them. +We used to get them nevertheless almost every day in spite of them. + +The mode of procedure was this: When it was getting dusk you sauntered +out to take a turn in the fresh air. You strolled through a certain +square where there were men selling picture post-cards, etc. You +selected a likely looking man and went up and looked over his cards, +saying under your breath "_Journal Anglais?_" or "_Flandres Libérale?_" +which ever it happened to be. Generally you were right, but occasionally +the man looked at you with a blank stare and you knew you had made a bad +shot, and if perchance he had happened to be a spy, your lot would not +have been a happy one. But usually you received a whispered "Oui, +madame," in reply, and then you loudly asked the way to somewhere, and +the man would conduct you up a side street, pointing the way with his +finger. When no one was looking he slipped a tiny folded parcel into +your hand, you slipped a coin into his, and the ceremony was over. But +it was not safe to read your treasure at a front window or anywhere +where you might be overlooked. + +Sometimes these newspaper-sellers grew bold and transacted this business +too openly and then there was trouble. One evening some of the nurses +were at Benediction at the Carmelite Church, when a wretched newspaper +lad rushed into the church and hid himself in a Confessional. He was +followed by four or five German soldiers. They stopped the service and +forbade any of the congregation to leave, and searched the church till +they found the white and trembling boy, and dragged him off to his fate. +We heard afterwards that a German spy had come up and asked him in +French if he had a paper, and the boy was probably new at the game and +fell into the trap. + +About this time the Germans were particularly busy in Brussels. A great +many new troops were brought in, amongst them several Austrian regiments +and a great many naval officers and men. It was quite plain that some +big undertaking was planned. Then one day we saw the famous heavy guns +going out of the city along the Antwerp road. I had heard them last at +Maubeuge, now I was to hear them again. Night and day reinforcements of +soldiers poured into Brussels at the Gare du Nord, and poured out at the +Antwerp Gate. No one whatever was permitted to pass to leave the city, +the trams were all stopped at the barriers, and aeroplanes were +constantly hovering above the city like huge birds of prey. + +On Sunday, September 27, we woke to hear cannon booming and the house +shaking with each concussion. The Germans had begun bombarding the forts +which lay between Brussels and Antwerp. Looking from the heights of +Brussels with a good glass, one could see shells bursting near Waelheim +and Wavre St. Catherine. The Belgians were absolutely convinced that +Antwerp was impregnable, and as we had heard that large masses of +English troops had been landed there, we hoped very much that this would +be the turning-point of the war, and that the Germans might be driven +back out of the country. + +On Wednesday, September 30, the sounds of cannon grew more distant, and +we heard that Wavre St. Catherine had been taken. The Belgians were +still confident, but it seems certain that the Germans were convinced +that nothing could withstand their big guns, for they made every +preparation to settle down in Brussels for the winter. They announced +that from October 1 Brussels would be considered as part of German +territory, and that they intended to re-establish the local postal +service from that date. They reckoned without their host there, for the +Brussels postmen refused to a man to take service under them, so the +arrangement collapsed. They did re-establish postal communication +between Brussels and Germany, and issued a special set of four stamps. +They were the ordinary German stamps of 3, 5, 10 and 20 pfennig, and +were surcharged in black "Belgien 3, 5, 10 and 20 centimes." + +About this time, too, they took M. Max, the Burgomaster, off to Liège as +prisoner, on the pretext that Brussels had not yet paid the enormous +indemnity demanded of it. He held the people in the hollow of his hand, +and the Brussels authorities very much feared a rising when he was taken +off. But the Echevins, or College of Sheriffs, rose to the occasion, +divided his work between them, and formed a local police composed of +some of the most notable citizens of the town. They were on duty all day +and night and divided the work into four-hour shifts, and did splendid +work in warning the people against disorderly acts and preventing +disturbances. It is not difficult to guess what would have happened if +these patriotic citizens had not acted in this way--there would most +certainly have been a rising among the people, and the German reprisals +would have been terrible. As it was a German soldier who was swaggering +alone down the Rue Basse was torn in pieces by the angry crowd, but for +some reason this outbreak was hushed up by the German authorities. + + + + +V + +A MEMORABLE JOURNEY + + +The authorities seemed to be far too busy to trouble themselves about +our affairs, and we could get no news as to what was going to happen to +us. There was a good deal of typhoid fever in Brussels, and I thought I +would employ this waiting time in getting inoculated against it, as I +had not had time to do so before leaving England. + +This operation was performed every Saturday by a doctor at the Hôpital +St. Pierre, so on Saturday, October 3, I repaired there to take my turn +with the others. The prick was nothing, and it never occurred to me that +I should take badly, having had, I believe, typhoid when a child. But I +soon began to feel waves of hot and cold, then a violent headache came +on, and I was forced to go to bed with a very painful arm and a high +temperature. I tossed about all night, and the next morning I was worse +rather than better. At midday I received a message that every English +Sister and doctor in Brussels was to leave for England the next day, via +Holland, in a special train that had been chartered by some Americans +and accompanied by the American Consul. How I rejoiced at my fever, for +now I had a legitimate excuse for staying behind, for except at the +point of the sword I did not mean to leave Belgium while I still had +nurses there who might be in danger. The heads of all the various +parties were requested to let their nurses know that they must be at the +station the next day at 2 P. M. Several of my nurses were +lodging in the house I was in, and I sent a message to them and to all +the others that they must be ready at the appointed place and time. I +also let a trusted few know that I did not mean to go myself, and gave +them letters and messages for England. + +The next morning I was still not able to get up, but several of my +people came in to say good-bye to me in bed, and I wished them good luck +and a safe passage back to England. By 1 P. M. they were all +gone, and a great peace fell over the house. I struggled out of bed, +put all traces of uniform away, and got out my civilian dress. I was no +longer an official, but a private person out in Belgium on my own +account, and intended to walk to Charleroi by short stages as soon as I +was able. I returned to bed, and at five o'clock I was half asleep, half +picturing my flock on their way to England, when there was a great +clamour and clatter, and half a dozen of them burst into my room. They +were all back once more! + +They told me they had gone down to the station as they were told, and +found the special train for Americans going off to the Dutch frontier. +Their names were all read out, but they were not allowed to get into the +train, and were told they were not going that day after all. The German +officials present would give no reason for the change, and were +extremely rude to the nurses. They told me my name had been read out +amongst the others. They had been asked why I was not there, and had +replied that I was ill in bed. + +Just then a letter arrived marked "Urgent," and in it was an order that +I should be at the station at 12 P. M. the next day _without +fail_, accompanied by my nurses. I was very sad that they had discovered +I did not want to go, because I knew now that they would leave no stone +unturned to make me, but I determined to resist to the last moment and +not go if I could help it. So I sent back a message to the Head Doctor +of the Red Cross unit, asking him to convey to the German authorities +the fact that I was ill in bed and could not travel the next day. Back +came a message to say that they regretted to hear I was ill, and that I +should be transferred at once to a German hospital and be attended by a +German doctor. That, of course, was no good at all--I should then +probably have been a German prisoner till the end of the war, and not +have been the slightest use to anyone. + +I very reluctantly gave in and said I would go. We were told that we +should be safely conducted as far as the Dutch frontier, and so I +determined to get across to Antwerp if I could from there and work my +way back to Brussels in private clothes. + +I scrambled up somehow the next day, and found a very large party +assembled outside the Gare du Nord, as every single English nurse and +doctor in Brussels was to be expelled. There must have been fifteen or +twenty doctors and dressers altogether, and more than a hundred Sisters +and nurses. + +A squad of German soldiers were lined up outside the station, and two +officers guarded the entrance. They had a list of our names, and as each +name was read out, we were passed into the station, where a long, black +troop-train composed of third-class carriages was waiting for us. The +front wagons were, I believe, full of either wounded or prisoners, as +only a few carriages were reserved for us. However, we crowded in, eight +of us in a carriage meant for six, and found, greatly to our surprise, +that there were two soldiers with loaded rifles sitting at the window in +each compartment. There was nothing to be said, we were entirely in +their hands, and after all the Dutch frontier was not so very far off. + +The soldiers had had orders to sit at the two windows and prevent us +seeing out, but our two guards were exceedingly nice men, not Prussians +but Danish Germans from Schleswig-Holstein, who did not at all enjoy the +job they had been put to, so our windows were not shut nor our blinds +down as those in some of the other carriages were. + +A whistle sounded, and we were off. We went very very slowly, and waited +an interminable time at each station. When evening came on we had only +arrived as far as Louvain, and were interested to see two Zeppelins +looming clear and black against the sunset sky, in the Mâlines direction +flying towards Antwerp. It was not too dark to see the fearful +destruction that had been dealt out to this famous Catholic University, +only built and endowed during the last eighty years by great and heroic +sacrifices on the part of both clergy and people. The two German +soldiers in our carriage were themselves ashamed when they saw from the +window the crumbling ruins and burnt-out buildings which are all that +remain of Louvain now. One of them muttered: "If only the people had not +fired at the soldiers, this would never have happened." Since he felt +inclined to discuss the matter, one of us quoted the clause from The +Hague Convention of 1907 which was signed by Germany: + + The territory of neutral states is inviolable. + + The fact of a neutral Power resisting even by force, attempts to + violate its neutrality cannot be regarded as a hostile act. + +This was beyond him, but he reiterated: "No civilians have any right to +fire at soldiers." And all the time they were killing civilians by bombs +thrown on open cities. So deep has the sanctity of the army sunk into +the German heart. + +Night drew on, and one after another dropped into an uneasy sleep. But +we were squeezed so tight, and the wooden third-class carriages were so +hard, that it was almost more uncomfortable to be asleep than to be +awake. We persuaded the two German soldiers to sit together as that made +a little more room, and they soon went to sleep on each other's +shoulders, their rifles between their knees. I was still feverish and +seedy and could not sleep, but watched the beautiful starry sky, and +meditated upon many things. We passed through Tirlemont, and I thought +of my poor nurse and wished I could get out and see what she was doing. +Then I began to be rather puzzled by the way we were going. I knew this +line pretty well, but could not make out where we were. About three +o'clock in the morning I saw great forts on a hill sending out powerful +search-lights. I knew I could not be mistaken, this must be Liège. And +then we drew up in the great busy station, and I saw that it was indeed +Liège. So we were on our way to Germany after all, and not to the Dutch +frontier as we had been promised. + +Next morning this was quite apparent, for we passed through Verviers and +then Herbesthal the frontier town. At the latter place the doors of all +our carriages were thrown violently open, and a Prussian officer shouted +in a raucous voice "Heraus." Few of our party understood German, and +they did not get out quickly enough to please his lordship, for he +bellowed to the soldiers: "Push those women out of the train if they +don't go quicker." Our things were thrown out after us as we scrambled +out on to the platform, while two officers walked up and down having +every bag and portmanteau turned out for their inspection. All +scissors, surgical instruments and other useful articles were taken away +from the Sisters, who protested in vain against this unfair treatment. +The soldiers belonging to our carriage, seeing this, tumbled all our +possessions back into the carriage, pretending that they had been +examined--for we had become fast friends since we had shared our scanty +stock of food and chocolate together. I was personally very thankful not +to have my belongings looked at too closely, for I had several things I +did not at all want to part with; one was my camera, which was sewn up +inside my travelling cushion, a little diary that I had kept in Belgium, +and a sealed letter that had been given me as we stood outside the +station at Brussels by a lady who implored me to take it to England and +post it for her there, as it was to her husband in Petrograd, who had +had no news of her since the war began. I had this in an inside secret +pocket, and very much hoped I should get it through successfully. + +We were ordered into the train again in the same polite manner that we +had been ordered out. Our two soldiers were much upset by the treatment +we had received. One had tears in his eyes when he told us how sorry he +was, for he had the funny old-fashioned idea that Red Cross Sisters on +active service should be treated with respect--even if they were +English. He then told us that their orders were to accompany us to +Cologne; he did not know what was going to happen to us after that. So +Germany was to be our destination after all. + +At the next station we stopped for a long time, and then the doors of +the carriages were opened and we were each given a bowl of soup. It was +very good and thick, and we christened it "hoosh" with remembrance of +Scott's rib-sticking compound in the Antarctic; and there was plenty of +it, so we providently filled up a travelling kettle with it for the +evening meal. Then we went on again and crawled through that +interminable day over the piece of line between Herbesthal and Cologne. +Evening came, and we thought of the "hoosh," but when it came to the +point no one could look at it, and we threw it out of the window. A +horrible yellow scum had settled on the top of it and clung to the +sides, so that it spoilt the kettle for making tea--and we _were_ so +thirsty. + +At last, late at night, we saw the lights of Cologne. We had been +thirty-two hours doing a journey that ordinarily takes six or seven. We +were ordered out of the train when we reached the station, and were +marched along between two rows of soldiers to a waiting-room. No porters +were allowed to help us, so we trailed all along those underground +corridors at Cologne station with our own luggage. Fortunately it was so +late that there were not many people about. We were allowed to have a +meal here, and could order anything we liked. Some coffee was a great +comfort, and we were able to buy rolls and fruit for the journey. + +An incident happened here that made my blood boil, but nothing could be +done, so we had to set our teeth and bear it. A waiter came in smiling +familiarly, with a bundle of papers under his arm, and put one of these +illustrated weeklies beside each plate. On the front page was a horrible +caricature of England--so grossly indecent that it makes me hot now +even to think of it. As soon as I saw what they were, I went round to +each place, gathered them up and put them aside. + +As we waited I wondered what was to be the next step, and could not help +thinking of my last visit to Cologne two years before. Then I went as a +delegate to a very large Congress and Health Exhibition, when we were +the honoured guests of the German National Council of Nurses. Then we +were fêted by the Municipality of Cologne--given a reception at the +Botanical Gardens, a free pass to all the sights of Cologne, a concert, +tableaux, a banquet, I don't know what more. Now I was a prisoner +heavily guarded, weary, dirty, humiliated in the very city that had done +us so much honour. + +After about three hours' wait we were ordered into another train, +mercifully for our poor bones rather a more comfortable one this time, +with plenty of room, and we went on our way, over the Rhine, looking +back at Cologne Cathedral, on past Essen and Dusseldorf, into the very +heart of Germany. It was rather an original idea--this trip through the +enemy's country in the middle of the war! + +In the morning we had a nice surprise. We arrived at Münster, and found +breakfast awaiting us. The Red Cross ladies of that town kindly provide +meals for all prisoners and wounded soldiers passing through. They +seemed very surprised when all we English people turned up, but they +were very kind in waiting on us, and after breakfast we got what was +better than anything in the shape of a good wash. We had a long wait at +Münster so there was no hurry, and we all got our turn under the +stand-pipe and tap that stood in the station. Then on and on and on, and +it seemed that we had always been in the train, till at last, late one +evening, we arrived at Hamburg. + +We were ordered out of the train here for a meal, and this was by far +the most unpleasant time we had. Evidently the news of our arrival had +preceded us, and a whole crowd of Hamburgers were at the station waiting +to see us emerge from the train. + +They were not allowed on to the platform, but lined the outside of the +railing all the way down, laughing at us, spitting, hissing, jeering, +and making insulting remarks. And though we were English we had to take +it lying down. At the first indiscreet word from any of us they would +have certainly taken off the men of our party to prison, though they +would have probably done nothing more to us women than to delay our +journey. There were about fifteen doctors and dressers with us, and we +were naturally much more afraid for their safety than for our own. I +think I shall never forget walking down that platform at Hamburg. We +were hurried into a waiting-room, the door of which was guarded by two +soldiers, and a meal of bread and cold meat ordered for us. The German +waiters evidently much resented being asked to serve us, for they nearly +threw the food at us. + +Then something happened that made up for everything. A young German +officer came up and asked in very good English if there was anything he +could do for us in any way. + +"I beg your pardon for speaking to you," he said, "but I received so +much kindness from every one when I was in England, that it would be the +greatest pleasure I could have if I could help you at all." And he +started by giving the waiter the biggest blowing-up he had ever had in +his life, for which I could have hugged him. He then went off and came +back in a few minutes with fruit and chocolate and everything he could +find for us to take with us. He was a very bright and shining star in a +dark place. Then along the platform past that horrible, jeering crowd +and into the train once more. + +It was night, and most of us were asleep when the train stopped with a +jerk, the doors of the train were thrown open, and the fresh, salty +smell of the sea met our nostrils. Some of the party, hardly awake, +thought they had to get out, and began to descend, but such volumes of +wrath met their attempt that they hastily got in again. Every window in +the train was shut, every blind pulled down and curtains closed, and a +soldier with loaded rifle stood at each window. We were crossing the +Kiel Canal. There were a great many people in England who would have +given anything to have been in our shoes just then. But we saw +absolutely nothing. + +They forgot to give us any breakfast that day, but we did not mind. +Every mile now, along this flat, marshy country, was a mile nearer +Denmark and freedom, and our spirits rose higher every moment. Though +why the Germans should take us all through Germany and Denmark, when +they could just as easily have dropped us on the Dutch frontier, I +cannot even now imagine. + +Early that afternoon we arrived at Vendrup, the Danish frontier, and the +soldiers and the train that had brought us all the way from Cologne went +back to Germany. It was difficult to realize that we were free once +more, after two months of being prisoners with no news of home, tied +down to a thousand tiresome regulations, and having witnessed terrible +sights that none of us will ever forget. Strange and delightful it was +to be able to send a telegram to England once more and to buy a paper; +wonderful to see the friendly, smiling faces all round us. It felt +almost like getting home again. + + + + +VI + +A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE + + +Late that night we arrived in Copenhagen. The kindness we received there +surpasses all imagination. The Danish people opened their arms in +welcome and gave us of their best with both hands. Every one went out of +their way to be good to us, from the manager of the delightful Hotel +Cosmopolite, where we were staying, to the utter strangers who sent us +flowers, fruit, sweets, illustrated papers and invitations to every +possible meal in such profusion. + +Miss Jessen, the secretary of the Danish Council of Nurses, called at +once and arranged a most delightful programme for every day of our stay +in Copenhagen, bringing us invitations to see over the most important +hospitals, and the Finsen Light Institute, the old Guildhall, the +picture gallery, and anything else any of us wanted to see. + +[Illustration: MAP OF OUR NORTHERN JOURNEY] + +The president, Madame Tscherning, and the members of the same council, +arranged a most delightful afternoon reception for us at the Palace +Hotel, at which Dr. Norman Hansen welcomed us in the name of Denmark, +and read us a poem which he had written in our honour. + + TO THE BRITISH SURGEONS AND NURSES PASSING COPENHAGEN ON THEIR WAY + FROM BELGIUM + + Silent, we bid you welcome, in silence you answer'd our greeting + Because our lips must be closed, and your teeth are set + Against the gale. + Our mouths are mute, our minds are open-- + We shall greet you farewell in silence; + Sowers of good-will on fields where hate is sown-- + Fare ye well. + + C. NORMAN HANSEN, M.D. + +That evening at dinner we all found a beautiful bunch of violets tied up +with the Danish colours on our plates, and a pretty Danish medal with +the inscription "Our God--our Land--our Honour" which had been issued to +raise a fund for the Danish Red Cross Society. This was a little +surprise for us on the part of the manager of the hotel, who, like +every one else, simply overwhelmed us with kindness. One simply felt +dreadfully ashamed of oneself for not having done more to deserve all +this. + +On the first day of our arrival in Denmark came the news of the downfall +of Antwerp, and through all these delightful invitations and receptions +there was a feeling in my heart that I was not free yet to enjoy myself. +The downfall of Antwerp seemed almost like a personal loss. We had been +so close to it, had shared our Belgian friends' hopes and fears, had +watched the big German howitzers going out on the Antwerp road, had +heard the bombardment of the forts, on our long journey through Belgium +had seen the enormous reinforcements being sent up to take it. And now +it had gone, and the Germans were marching on Ostend. What was the end +of all this going to be? We _must_ win in the end--but they are so +strong and well organized--so _dreadfully_ strong. + +In that same paper I read an account from a Russian correspondent, +telling of the distress in Poland, which they described as the "Belgium +of Russia." It stated that the news just then was not good; the Germans +were approaching Warsaw, and that the people in many of the villages +were almost starving, as the Germans had eaten up almost everything. +(How well I could believe that!) The paper went on to say that the +troops were suffering severely from cholera and from typhoid fever and +that there was a great scarcity of trained nurses. That gave me the clue +for which I was unconsciously seeking--we had been turned out of +Belgium, and now, perhaps, our work was to be in that other Belgium of +Russia. + +Three other Sisters wished to join me, and I telegraphed to St. John's +to ask permission to offer our services to the Russian Red Cross. The +answer was delayed, and as we could not go to Russia without permission +from headquarters, we most reluctantly prepared to go back to England +with all the others. + +On the last morning our luggage, labelled Christiania-Bergen-Newcastle, +had already gone down to the station when the expected telegram arrived: +"You and three Sisters named may volunteer Russian Red Cross." We flew +down to the station and by dint of many tips and great exertions we got +our luggage out again. I should have been sorry to have lost my little +all for the second time. + +This permission to serve with the Russian Red Cross was confirmed later +by a most kind letter from Sir Claude Macdonald, chairman of the St. +John's Committee, so we felt quite happy about our enterprise. + +We could not start for Russia for another ten days. We were to be +inoculated against cholera for one thing, and then there were passports +and visés to get and arrangements for the journey to be made. The +ordinary route was by Abö, Stockholm and Helsingfors, but we were very +strongly advised not to go this way, first, because of the possibility +of mines in the Baltic, and, secondly, because a steamer, recently +crossing that way, had been actually boarded, and some English people +taken off by the Germans. And we had no desire to be caught a second +time. + +So it was decided to my great joy that we should travel all the way +round by land, through Sweden, through a little bit of Lapland, just +touching the Arctic Circle, through Finland and so to Petrograd. The +thought of the places we had to go through thrilled me to the +core--Karungi, Haparanda, Lapptrask, Torneo--the very names are as +honey to the lips. + + * * * * * + +One might have expected that all the kindness and hospitality would +cease on the departure of the majority of the party, but it was not so. +Invitations of all kinds were showered on us. Lunches were the chief +form of entertainment and very interesting and delightful they were. +There was a lunch at the British Legation, one at the French Legation, +one at the Belgian Legation where the minister was so pathetically glad +of any crumbs of news of his beloved country; a delightful dinner to +meet Prince Gustav of Denmark, an invitation to meet Princess Mary of +Greece, another lunch with Madame Tscherning, the president of the +Danish Council of Nurses, and the "Florence Nightingale of Denmark." +Altogether we should have been thoroughly spoilt if it had lasted any +longer! One of the most delightful invitations was to stay at Vidbek for +the remainder of our time, a dear little seaside place with beautiful +woods, just then in their full glory of autumnal colouring. It was +within easy reach of Copenhagen and we went in almost every day, for +one reason or another, and grew very fond of the beautiful old city. + +The time came for us to say good-bye. I was very sorry indeed to leave +dear little Denmark where we had had such a warm welcome. Denmark is, of +course, officially, absolutely neutral, but she cannot forget the ties +of blood and friendship that bind the two island countries together. +They are indeed a splendid people to be kin to, tall and fair and +strong, as becomes an ancient race of sea-kings. I only hope that it may +be my good fortune, some day, to be able to repay in some small measure +all the wealth of kindness so freely poured out for us. + +On Saturday, October 24, at 7 P. M. we started for Lapland! Many +of our very kind friends came down to the station to give us a good +send-off and with last presents of flowers, fruit, chocolates and +papers. We crossed first to Malmö on the ferry, which took about an hour +and a half. It was very calm and clear, and we watched the little +twinkling lights of Denmark gradually disappear and the lights of Sweden +gradually emerge in exchange. At Malmö there was a customs examination +which was not very severe, as our things were all marked with a huge Red +Cross, and then we got into a funny little horse tram that conveyed us +to the station. + +When morning broke we were speeding along towards Stockholm. The country +was very different from Denmark, much wilder, with rocks and trees and +sand and an occasional glimpse of lake. At that time Sweden was supposed +to bear little good-will towards England, and certainly our reception in +that land was distinctly a chilly one. We drove on arrival to a hotel +which had been recommended to us and asked the concierge if there were +rooms. He said there were, so we had our luggage taken down and +dismissed the cab. The concierge then looked at us suspiciously, and +said, "You are English?" "Yes, we are English." He then went and +confabbed for some minutes with the manageress, and returned. "There are +people still in the rooms, they will not be ready for twenty minutes." +"Then we will have breakfast now and go to our rooms after." Another +long conversation with the manageress, and then he returned again. +"There are no rooms." "But you said there were rooms." "There are no +rooms." Evidently there were none for English travellers anyway, so we +went to another hotel opposite the station, where they were civil, but +no more. We had to stay in Stockholm twenty-four hours and simply hated +it. I had heard much of this "Venice of the North," but the physical +atmosphere was as chilly and unfriendly as the mental one. + +The recollection stamped on my memory is of a grey, cheerless town where +it rained hard almost the whole time, and a bitter wind blowing over the +quays which moaned and sobbed like a lost banshee. + +I was asked to luncheon at the British Legation, and this proved a very +fortunate occurrence for us all, as the minister was so kind as to go to +great trouble in getting us a special permit from the Swedish Foreign +Office to sleep at Boden. Boden is a fortified frontier town and no +foreigners are, as a rule, allowed to stay the night there, but have to +go on to Lulea, and return to Boden the next morning. We started off on +the next lap of our northern journey that evening, and again through +the minister's kind intervention were lucky in getting a carriage to +ourselves in a very full train, and arrived twenty-four hours later at +Boden. + +It was extraordinarily interesting to sleep in that little shanty at +Boden, partly, no doubt, because it was not ordinarily allowed. The +forbidden has always charms. It was the most glorious starlight night I +have ever seen, but bitterly cold, with the thermometer ten degrees +below zero, and everything sparkling with hoar frost. It was here we +nearly lost a bishop. A rather pompous Anglican bishop had been +travelling in the same train from Stockholm, and hearing that we +insignificant females had been permitted to sleep at Boden, he did not +see why he should not do the same and save himself the tiresome journey +to Lulea and back. So in spite of all remonstrances he insisted on +alighting at Boden, and with the whole force of his ecclesiastical +authority announced his intention of staying there. However, it was not +allowed after all, and he missed the train, and while we were +comfortably having our supper in the little inn, we saw the poor bishop +and his chaplain being driven off to Lulea. They turned up again next +morning, but so late that we were afraid they had got lost on the way +the night before. + +All the next morning we went through the same kind of country, past +innumerable frozen lakelets, and copses of stubby pines and silver +birches, till we arrived at Karungi where the railway ends. We made +friends with a most delightful man, who was so good in helping us all +the way through that we christened him St. Raphael, the patron saint of +travellers. He was a fur trader from Finland, and had immense stores of +information about the land and the queer beasts that live in it. He was +a sociable soul, but lived in such out-of-the-way places that he seldom +saw anyone to talk to except the peasants, and it was a great treat, he +said, to meet some of his fellow-countrymen, and his satisfaction knew +no bounds when he heard that one of us hailed from Lancashire, near his +old home. + +From Karungi we had to drive to Haparanda. Our carriage was already +booked by telegram, but a very irate gentleman from Port Said got into +it with his family and declined to get out, using such dreadful +language that I wondered the snow did not begin to sizzle. We did not +want to have a scene there, so when "St. Raphael" said if we would wait +till the evening he would take us over by starlight, we graciously let +the dusky gentleman with the bad temper keep our carriage. + +We went in the meantime to the little wooden inn and ate largely of +strange dishes, dried reindeer flesh, smoked strips of salmon, lax, I +think it is called, served with a curious sweet sauce, and drank many +glasses of tea. At 9 P. M. behold an open motor-car arrived to +take us the thirty miles' drive to Haparanda. It seemed absolutely +absurd to see a motor-car up there on the edge of the Arctic Circle, +where there was not even a proper road. There were several reindeer +sleighs about, and I felt that one of those would have been much more in +keeping. The drivers look most attractive, they wear very gay reindeer +leggings, big sheep-skin coats and wild-looking wolf-skin caps. + +The frozen track was so uneven that we rocked from side to side, and +were thrown violently about in the car, like little kernels in a very +large nut. But it was a wonderful night all the same, the air was thin +and intoxicating like champagne, and the stars up in these northern +latitudes more dazzlingly brilliant than anything I have seen before. We +had to get out at Haparanda and walk over the long bridge which led to +Torneo, where the Finnish Custom House was, and where our luggage and +passports had to be examined. + +We arrived there very cheerful and well pleased with ourselves, to find +all our old travelling companions waiting till the Custom House was +open; the bishop and his party; the bad-tempered man and his family; a +Russian and a Chinese student who were travelling together, and some +others. They had been waiting in the cold for hours, and had not had +their papers or luggage examined yet, so we had had the best of it after +all. + +And we scored yet once more, for "St. Raphael," who spoke fluent +Finnish, at once secured the only cart to take our things over the ferry +to the railway station about half a mile away. + +It was borne in upon me during this journey what an immense country +Russia is. From Torneo to Petrograd does not look far on the map, but +we left Torneo on Wednesday night, and did not arrive in Petrograd till +12.30 A. M. on Saturday, about fifty-two hours' hard travelling +to cover this little track--a narrow thread, almost lost the immensity +of this great Empire. + +Petrograd is not one of those cities whose charms steal upon you +unawares. It is immense, insistent, arresting, almost thrusting itself +on your imagination. It is a city for giants to dwell in, everything is +on such an enormous scale, dealt out in such careless profusion. The +river, first of all, is immense; the palaces grandiose, the very blocks +of which they are fashioned seem to have been hewn by Titans. The names +are full of romance and mystery. The fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, +for instance, how it brings back a certain red and gold book of one's +youth, full of innocent prisoners in clanking chains confined in fetid +underground dungeons. It seemed incredible to really behold its slender, +golden minarets on the other side of the Neva. But this was no time for +sight-seeing, we were all very anxious to get to work at once. So my +first excursion in Petrograd was to the Central Bureau of the Red +Cross. + +The director of the Red Cross received me most kindly and promised that +we should have work very soon. He suggested that in the meantime we +should go and stay in a Russian Community of Sisters, who had a hospital +in Petrograd. I was very glad to accept this offer for us all, for we +must assimilate Russian methods and ways of thought as soon as possible, +if we were to be of real use to them. Still I very much hoped that we +should not be kept in Petrograd very long, as we wanted, if possible, to +get nearer the front. I told the director that we had been inoculated +against cholera and typhoid, and would be quite pleased to be sent to +the infectious hospitals if that would be more help, as there are always +plenty of people to nurse the wounded, but comparatively few who for one +reason or another are able to devote themselves to this other very +necessary work. + +We betook ourselves without delay to the Community of Russian Sisters, +and were installed in dear little cell-like rooms at the top of the +house devoted to the Sisters. The other side of the house is a +beautiful little hospital with several wards set apart for wounded +soldiers. There are a great many similar communities in Russia--all +nursing orders. They are called Sisters of Mercy, but are not nuns in +any sense, as they take no vows and are free to leave whenever they +like. The course of training varies from two to three years and is very +complete, comprising courses in dispensing and other useful subjects. +The pity of it is that there are comparatively few of these trained +Sisters at the front; the vast majority of those working there have only +been through a special "War Course" of two months' training, and are apt +to think that bandaging is the beginning and the end of the art of +nursing. + +The Russian Sisters were most interested in our adventures, and most +kind and nice to us in every way, but assured us that we should not be +allowed anywhere near the front, as only Russian Sisters were allowed +there. They were very surprised when the order came a few days after our +arrival, that we were to get ready to go to Warsaw at once. That was +certainly not quite at the front at that moment, as just then Russia +was in the flush of victory, following the retreating Germans back from +Warsaw to the German frontier. But it was a good long step on the way. + +One errand still remained to be done. I had not posted the letter given +me by the English lady at the Brussels station to her husband in +Petrograd, wishing to have the pleasure of delivering it myself after +carrying it at such risks all through Germany. Directly I arrived I made +inquiries for this Englishman, picturing his joy at getting the +long-deferred news of his wife. Almost the first person I asked knew him +quite well, but imagine what a blow it was to hear that he had a Russian +wife in Petrograd! I vowed never again to carry any more letters to +sorrowing husbands. + +Before we went I received a very kind message that the Empress Marie +Federovna would like to see us before our departure. Prince Gustav of +Denmark had been most kind in writing to his aunt, the Empress, about +us, and had also been good enough to give me a letter of introduction to +her which I sent through the British Embassy. + +A day was appointed to go to the Gatchina Palace to be presented to her +Majesty. The palace is a little way out of Petrograd and stands in a +beautiful park between the Black and the White Lake. + +We were greeted by General K----, one of the Empress's bodyguard, and +waited for a few minutes in the throne room downstairs, chatting to him. +Soon we were summoned upstairs, a door was thrown open by an enormous +negro in scarlet livery, and we were ushered into the Empress's private +boudoir. The Empress was there, and was absolutely charming to us, +making us sit down beside her and talking to us in fluent English. She +was so interested in hearing all we could tell her of Belgium, and we +stayed about half an hour talking to her. Then the Empress rose and held +out her hand, and said, "Thank you very much for coming to help us in +Russia. I shall always be interested in hearing about you. May God bless +you in your work," and we were dismissed. + +I would not have missed that for anything, it seemed such a nice start +to our work in Russia. + +Every spare moment till our work began had to be devoted to learning +Russian. It is a brain-splitting language. Before I went to Russia I was +told that two words would carry me through the Empire: "Nichevo" meaning +"never mind," and "Seechas" which means "immediately" or "to-morrow" or +"next week." But we had to study every moment to learn as much Russian +as possible, as of course the soldiers could not understand any other +language. French is understood everywhere in society, but in the shops +no other tongue than Russian is any use. German is understood pretty +widely--but it is absolutely forbidden now to be spoken under penalty of +a 3000 rouble fine. In all the hotels there is a big notice put up in +Russian, French, and English in the public rooms "It is forbidden to +speak German," and just at first it added rather to the complications of +life not to be able to use it. + + + + +VII + +OUR WORK IN WARSAW + + +In two or three days' time after our visit to the Empress we were off to +Warsaw and reported ourselves to Monsieur Goochkoff, the head of the Red +Cross Society there. + +We received our marching orders at once. We were not to be together at +first, as they thought we should learn Russian more quickly if we were +separated, so two of us were to go to one hospital in Warsaw, two to +another. My fate was a large Red Cross hospital close to the station, +worked by a Community of Russian Sisters. I must say I had some anxious +moments as I drove with Sister G. to the hospital that afternoon. I +wondered if Monsieur Goochkoff had said we were coming, and thought if +two Russian Sisters suddenly turned up without notice at an English +hospital how very much surprised they would be. Then I hoped they were +very busy, as perhaps then they would welcome our help. But again, I +meditated, if they were really busy, we with our stumbling Russian +phrases might be only in the way. It was all very well in Denmark to +think one would come and help Russia--but supposing they did not want us +after all? + +By the time I got so far we had arrived at the hospital, the old +familiar hospital smell of disinfectants met my nostrils, and I felt at +home at once. I found that I had been tormenting myself in vain, for +they were expecting us and apparently were not at all displeased at our +arrival. The Sister Superior had worked with English people in the +Russo-Japanese War and spoke English almost perfectly, and several of +the other Sisters spoke French or German. She was very worried as to +where we should sleep, as they were dreadfully overcrowded themselves; +even she had shared her small room with another Sister. However, she +finally found us a corner in a room which already held six Sisters. +Eight of us in a small room with only one window! The Sisters sleeping +there took our advent like angels, said there was plenty of room, and +moved their beds closer together so that we might have more space. +Again I wondered whether if it were England we should be quite so +amiable under like circumstances. I hope so. + +I began to unpack, but there was nowhere to put anything; there was no +furniture in the room whatsoever except our straw beds, a table, and a +large tin basin behind a curtain in which we all washed--and, of course, +the ikon or holy picture which hangs in every Russian room. We all kept +our belongings under our beds--not a very hygienic proceeding, but _à la +guerre comme à la guerre_. The patients were very overcrowded too, every +corridor was lined with beds, and the sanitars, or orderlies, slept on +straw mattresses in the hall. The hospital had been a large college and +was originally arranged to hold five hundred patients, but after the +last big battle at Soldau every hospital in Warsaw was crammed with +wounded, and more than nine hundred patients had been sent in here and +had to be squeezed into every available corner. + +My work was in the dressing-room, which meant dressing wounds all day +and sometimes well into the night, and whatever time we finished there +were all the dressings for the next day to be cut and prepared before +we could go to bed. The first week was one long nightmare with the awful +struggle for the Russian names of dressings and instruments and with +their different methods of working, but after that I settled down very +happily. + +Sister G. was in the operating-room on the next floor, and she, too, +found that first week a great strain. The other two Sisters who had come +out with us and had been sent to another hospital apparently found the +same, for they returned to England after the first five days, much to my +disappointment, as I had hoped that our little unit of four might have +got a small job of our own later, when we could speak Russian better and +had learnt their ways and customs. + +After the first few days we began to be very busy. In England we should +consider that hospital very badly staffed, as there were only twenty +Sisters to sometimes nearly a thousand patients, all very serious cases +moreover, as we were not supposed to take in the lightly wounded at all +in this hospital. The sanitars, or orderlies, do all that probationers +in an English hospital would do for the patients, and all the heavy +lifting and carrying, so that the work is not very hard though very +continuous. There was no night staff. We all took it in turns to stay up +at night three at a time, so that our turn came about once a week. That +meant being on duty all day, all night, and all the next day, except for +a brief rest and a walk in the afternoon. Most of the Sisters took no +exercise beyond one weekly walk, but we two English people longed for +fresh air, and went out whenever possible even if it was only for ten +minutes. English views on ventilation are not at all accepted in Russia. +It is a great concession to open the windows of the ward for ten minutes +twice a day to air it, and the Sisters were genuinely frightened for the +safety of the patients when I opened the windows of a hot, stuffy ward +one night. "It is _never_ done," they reiterated, "before daylight." + +The Sister Superior was the mainspring of the hospital. She really was a +wonderful person, small and insignificant to look at, except for her +eyes, which looked you through and through and weighed you in the +balance; absolutely true and straight, with a heart of gold, and the +very calmest person in all the world. I remember her, late one evening, +when everybody was rather agitated at a message which had come to say +that 400 patients were on their way to the hospital, and room could only +be made for 200 at the most. "Never mind," she said, not in the least +perturbed, "they must be made as comfortable as possible on stretchers +for the night, and to-morrow we must get some of the others moved away." +And the Sisters took their cue from her, and those 400 patients were all +taken in and looked after with less fuss than the arrival of forty +unexpected patients in most hospitals. + +All night long that procession of shattered men brought in on stretchers +never ceased. The kitchen Sister stayed up all night so that each man +should have some hot soup on arrival, and all the other Sisters were at +their posts. Each man was undressed on the stretcher (often so badly +wounded that all his clothing had to be cut off him) and hastily +examined by the doctor. He was then dressed in a clean cotton shirt and +trousers and lifted into bed, either to enjoy a bowl of hot soup, or, +if the case was urgent, to be taken off in his turn to the +operating-room. And though she was no longer young and not at all +strong, there was dear Sister Superior herself all night, taking round +the big bowls of soup or sitting beside the dying patients to cheer and +comfort their last hours. How the men loved her. + +It was she who gave the whole tone to the hospital--there the patients +and their welfare were the first consideration and nothing else mattered +in comparison. The hospital was not "smart" or "up to date," the wards +were not even tidy, the staff was inadequate, overworked, and +villainously housed, the resources very scanty, but for sheer +selflessness and utter devotion to their work the staff of that hospital +from top to bottom could not have been surpassed. I never heard a +grumble or a complaint all the time I was there either from a doctor, a +Sister, or an orderly, and I never saw in this hospital a dressing +slurred over, omitted, or done without the usual precautions however +tired or overworked everybody might be. + +Of course the art of nursing as practised in England does not exist in +Russia--even the trained Sisters do things every hour that would horrify +us in England. One example of this is their custom of giving strong +narcotic or stimulating drugs indiscriminately, such as morphine, +codeine, camphor, or ether without doctors' orders. When untrained +Sisters and inexperienced dressers do this (which constantly happens) +the results are sometimes very deplorable. I have myself seen a dresser +give a strong hypodermic stimulant to a man with a very serious +hæmorrhage. The bleeding vessel was deep down and very difficult to +find, and the hæmorrhage became so severe after the stimulant that for a +long time his life was despaired of from extreme exhaustion due to loss +of blood. I have also heard a Sister with no training except the two +months' war course say she had given a certain man _ten_ injections of +camphor within an hour because he was so collapsed, but she had not seen +fit to tell the doctor she had done this, nor had she let him know his +patient was so much worse until he was at the point of death. Neither of +these particular incidents could have happened in the Red Cross +hospital at Warsaw as the Sisters there were properly trained; but even +there they gave drugs at their own sweet will without consulting +anyone--particularly in the night. + +We were so busy at the hospital that we did not see much of Warsaw. To +the casual observer it looks a busy, modern, rather gay capital, but +almost every inch of the city is interesting historically, and nearly +all the pages of that history are red with blood. War, revolutions, and +riots seem to have been almost its normal condition, and the great broad +Vistula that flows sluggishly through it has been many a time before +stained crimson with the blood of its citizens. But this time the war is +being fought under different conditions. Russians and Poles are for the +first time working together with a common aim in view. If the only +outcome of this war was the better mutual understanding of these two +great nations, it would not have been fought entirely in vain. + +When we first arrived the Russians had beaten the Germans back to the +frontier, and every one was elated with the great victory. Now at the +end of October things did not look quite so happy. The people who knew +looked anxious and harassed. The newspapers, as usual, told nothing at +all, but the news which always filters in somehow from mouth to mouth +was not good. Terrific fighting was going on outside Lodz, it was said, +and enormous German reinforcements were being poured in. Warsaw was full +to overflowing with troops going through to reinforce on the Russian +side. A splendid set of men they looked, sturdy, broad-chested, and +hardy--not in the least smart, but practical and efficient in their warm +brown overcoats and big top boots. + +There are two things one notices at once about the Russian soldier. One +is his absolute disregard of appearances. If he is cold he will tie a +red comforter round his head without minding in the least whether he is +in the most fashionable street in Warsaw or in camp at the front. The +other noticeable characteristic is the friendly terms he is on with his +officers. The Prussian soldiers rarely seem to like their officers, and +it is not to be wondered at, as they treat their men in a very harsh, +overbearing way. On duty the Russian discipline is strict, but off duty +an officer may be heard addressing one of his men as "little pigeon" or +"comrade" and other terms of endearment, and the soldier, on the other +hand, will call his officer "little father" or "little brother." I +remember one most touching scene when a soldier servant accompanied his +wounded officer to hospital. The officer was quite a young, +delicate-looking boy, who had been shot through the chest. His servant +was a huge, rough Cossack, who would hardly let any of us touch his +master if he could help it, and stayed by his bed night and day till the +end, when, his great frame heaving with sobs and tears streaming down +the seamed and rugged face, he threw himself over the officer's body and +implored God to let him die too. + +The hospital began to grow empty and the work slackened down, as every +possible patient was sent away to Moscow or Petrograd to make room for +the rush of wounded that must be coming from the Lodz direction. But no +patients arrived, and we heard that the railway communications had been +cut. But this proved to be untrue. + +One Sunday afternoon Sister G. and I, being free, betook ourselves to +tea at the Hotel d'Europe--that well-named hostelry which has probably +seen more history made from its windows than any other hotel in Europe. +We favoured it always on Sunday when we could, for not only was a +particularly nice tea to be had, but one could also read there a not +_too_ old French newspaper. I think just at first we felt almost as cut +off from news of what was happening on the English side as we did in +Belgium. No English or French papers could be bought and the Polish and +Russian papers were as sealed books to us, and when I did succeed in +getting some long-suffering person to translate them to me, the news was +naturally chiefly of the doings of the Russian side. Later on I had +English papers sent out to me which kept me in touch with the western +front, and also by that time, too, I could make out the substance of the +Russian papers; but just at first it was very trying not to know what +was going on. We had had tea and had read of an Anglo-French success +near Ypres and returned rested and cheered to the hospital to find +Sister Superior asking for us. She had had a message from the Red Cross +Office that we were to go to Lodz next day, and were to go at once to +the Hotel Bristol to meet Prince V., who would give us full particulars. + +We went off at once to the Bristol and saw Prince V., but did not get +any particulars--that was not the Prince's way. He was sitting reading +in the lounge when we arrived, a very tall, lean, handsome man with kind +brown eyes and a nose hooked like an eagle's. He greeted us very kindly +and said he would take us to Lodz next day in one of the Red Cross +automobiles, and that we must be ready at 10 A. M. I think we +earned his everlasting gratitude by asking no questions as to where and +how we were going to work, but simply said we would be ready at that +time and returned to hospital to pack, fully realizing what lucky people +we were to be going right into the thick of things, and only hoping that +we should rise to the occasion and do the utmost that was expected of +us. + +We were now officially transferred from the hospital to the Flying +Column, of which Prince V. was the head. A flying column works directly +under the head of the Red Cross, and is supposed to go anywhere and do +anything at any hour of the day or night. Our Column consisted of five +automobiles that conveyed us and all our equipment to the place where we +were to work, and then were engaged in fetching in wounded, and taking +them on to the field hospital or ambulance train. The staff consisted of +Prince and Princess V., we two English Sisters, with generally, but not +always, some Russian ones in addition, an English surgeon, Colonel S., +some Russian dressers and students, and some sanitars, or orderlies. The +luggage was a dreadful problem, and the Prince always groaned at the +amount we would take with us, but we could not reduce it, as we had to +carry big cases of cotton-wool, bandages and dressings, anæsthetics, +field sterilizer, operating-theatre equipment, and a certain amount of +stores--such as soap, candles, benzine and tinned food--as the column +would have been quite useless if it had not been to a large extent +self-supporting. Our Column was attached to the Second Army, which +operated on the eastern front of Warsaw. The Russian front changes so +much more rapidly than the Anglo-French front, where progress is +reckoned in metres, that these mobile columns are a great feature of +ambulance work here. Our front changed many miles in a week sometimes, +so that units that can move anywhere at an hour's notice are very +useful. The big base hospitals cannot quite fulfil the same need on such +a rapidly changing front. + + + + +VIII + +THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ + + +It took us a long time to get to Lodz, though it is not much more than +200 kilometres away. Russian roads are villainously bad anyhow, and the +Germans, though their retreat had been hasty, had had time to destroy +the roads and bridges as they went. Another thing that delayed us were +the enormous reinforcements of troops going up from Warsaw to the front. +It was very interesting to watch the different groups as we passed, +first a Cossack regiment going up, then an immense convoy followed with +about 200 wagons of forage. Just ahead of that we passed the +remounts--sturdy, shaggy Siberian ponies. They are the most delightful +creatures in the world, as tame as a dog, and not much bigger, and many +of them of a most unusual and beautiful shade of golden cream. They have +been brought from Siberia by the thousand, and most of the little +things had never seen a motor-car before, and pranced and kicked and +jumped, and went through all kinds of circus tricks as we passed. + +[Illustration: MAP OF THE POLISH FRONT] + +As we grew nearer to Lodz it was sad to see a good many dead horses +lying by the roadside, mostly killed by shell-fire. The shells had made +great holes in the road too, and the last part of our journey was like a +ride on a switchback railway. It began to get dark as we came to +Breeziny, where a large number of Russian batteries were stationed. It +looked very jolly there, these large camps of men and horses having +their supper by the light of a camp-fire, with only the distant rumble +of the guns to remind them that they were at war. Two hours later we +jolted into the streets of Lodz. + +Lodz is a large cotton manufacturing town--sometimes called the +Manchester of Poland--but now of course all the factories were closed, +and many destroyed by shell. I should not think it was a very festive +place at the best of times; it looked squalid and grimy, and the large +bulk of its population was made up of the most abject Jews I have ever +seen. + +We had to make a long detour and get into the town by an unfrequented +country road, as Lodz was being heavily bombarded by the German guns. We +were put down at a large building which we were told was the military +hospital. Princess V., Colonel S., and a Russian student were working +hard in the operating-room, and we hastily put on clean overalls and +joined them. They all looked absolutely worn out, and the doctor dropped +asleep between each case; but fresh wounded were being brought in every +minute and there was no one else to help. Lodz was one big hospital. We +heard that there were more than 18,000 wounded there, and I can well +believe it. Every building of any size had been turned into a hospital, +and almost all the supplies of every kind had given out. + +The building we were in had been a day-school, and the top floor was +made up of large airy schoolrooms that were quite suitable for wards. +But the shelling recommenced so violently that the wounded all had to be +moved down to the ground floor and into the cellars. The place was an +absolute inferno. I could never have imagined anything worse. It was +fearfully cold, and the hospital was not heated at all, for there was no +wood or coal in Lodz, and for the same reason the gas-jets gave out only +the faintest glimmer of light. There was no clean linen, and the poor +fellows were lying there still in their verminous, blood-soaked shirts, +shivering with cold, as we had only one small blanket each for them. +They were lucky if they had a bed at all, for many were lying with only +a little straw between them and the cold stone floor. There were no +basins or towels or anything to wash up with, and no spittoons, so the +men were spitting all over the already filthy floor. In the largest ward +where there were seventy or eighty men lying, there was a lavatory +adjoining which had got blocked up, and a thin stream of dirty water +trickled under the door and meandered in little rivulets all over the +room. The smell was awful, as some of the men had been there already +several days without having had their dressings done. + +This was the state in which the hospital had been handed over to us. It +was a military hospital whose staff had had orders to leave at four +o'clock that morning, and they handed the whole hospital with its 270 +patients over to us just as it was; and we could do very little towards +making it more comfortable for them. The stench of the whole place was +horrible, but it was too cold to do more than open the window for a +minute or two every now and then. It was no one's fault that things were +in such a horrible condition--it was just the force of circumstances and +the fortune of war that the place had been taxed far beyond its possible +capacities. + +All night long the most terribly wounded men were being brought in from +the field, some were already dead when they arrived, others had only a +few minutes to live; all the rest were very cold and wet and exhausted, +and we had _nothing_ to make them comfortable. What a blessing hot-water +bottles would have been--but after all there would have been no hot +water to fill them if we had had them. But the wounded _had_ to be +brought in for shelter somewhere, and at least we had a roof over their +heads, and hot tea to give them. + +At 5 A. M. there came a lull. The tragic procession ceased for +a while, and we went to lie down. At seven o'clock we were called +again--another batch of wounded was being brought in. + +The shelling had begun again, and was terrific; crash, crash, over our +heads the whole time. A clock-tower close to the hospital was demolished +and windows broken everywhere. The shells were bursting everywhere in +the street, and civilians were being brought in to us severely wounded. +A little child was carried in with half its head blown open, and then an +old Jewish woman with both legs blown off, and a terrible wound in her +chest, who only lived an hour or two. Apparently she suffered no pain, +but was most dreadfully agitated, poor old dear, at having lost her wig +in the transit. They began bringing in so many that we had to stop +civilians being brought in at all, as it was more than we could do to +cope with the wounded soldiers that were being brought in all the time. + +At midday we went to a hotel for a meal. There was very, very little +food left in Lodz, but they brought what they could. Coming back to the +hospital we tried everywhere to get some bread, but there was none to be +had anywhere--all the provision shops were quite empty, and the +inhabitants looked miserable and starved, the Jewish population +particularly so, though they were probably not among the poorest. + +On our way back a shell burst quite close to us in the street, but no +one was hurt. These shells make a most horrible scream before bursting, +like an animal in pain. Ordinarily I am the most dreadful coward in the +world about loud noises--I even hate a sham thunderstorm in a +theatre--but here somehow the shells were so part of the whole thing +that one did not realize that all this was happening to _us_, one felt +rather like a disinterested spectator at a far-off dream. It was +probably partly due to want of sleep; one's hands did the work, but +one's mind was mercifully numbed. Mercifully, for it was more like hell +than anything I can imagine. The never-ending processions of groaning +men being brought in on those horrible blood-soaked stretchers, +suffering unimagined tortures, the filth, the cold, the stench, the +hunger, the vermin, and the squalor of it all, added to one's utter +helplessness to do more than very little to relieve their misery, was +almost enough to make even Satan weep. + +On the third day after our arrival a young Russian doctor and some +Russian sisters arrived to relieve us for a few hours, and we most +thankfully went to bed--at least it was not a bed in the ordinary sense, +but a wire bedstead on which we lay down in all our clothes; but we were +very comfortable all the same. + +When we woke up we were told that the military authorities had given +orders for the patients to be evacuated, and that Red Cross carts were +coming all night to take them away to the station, where some ambulance +trains awaited them. So we worked hard all night to get the dressings +done before the men were sent away, and as we finished each case, he was +carried down to the hall to await his turn to go; but it was very +difficult as all the time they were bringing in fresh cases as fast as +they were taking the others away, and alas! many had to go off without +having had their dressings done at all. The next afternoon we were +still taking in, when we got another order that all the fresh patients +were to be evacuated and the hospital closed, as the Russians had +decided to retire from Lodz. Again we worked all night, and by ten the +next morning we had got all the patients away. The sanitars collected +all the bedding in the yard to be burnt, the bedsteads were piled high +on one another, and we opened all the windows wide to let the clean cold +wind blow over everything. + +We had all our own dressings and equipment to pack, and were all just +about at our last gasp from want of food and sleep, when a very kind +Polish lady came and carried princess, we two Sisters, and Colonel S. +off to her house, where she had prepared bedrooms for us. I never looked +forward to anything so much in my life as I did to my bed that night. +Our hostess simply heaped benefits on us by preparing us each a hot bath +in turn. We had not washed or had our clothes off since we came to Lodz, +and were covered with vermin which had come to us from the patients; men +and officers alike suffer terribly from this plague of insects, which +really do make one's life a burden. There are three varieties commonly +met with: ordinary fleas that no one minds in the least; white insects +that are the commonest and live in the folds of one's clothes, whose +young are most difficult to find, and who grow middle-aged and very +hungry in a single night; and, lastly, the red insects with a good many +legs, which are much less numerous but much more ravenous than the other +kinds. + +After the bath and the hunt, we sat down to a delicious supper, and were +looking forward to a still more delicious night in bed, when suddenly +Prince V. arrived and said we must leave at once. We guessed instantly +that the Germans must be very near, but that he did not wish us to ask +questions, as it seemed very mean to go off ourselves and leave our kind +hosts without a word of explanation, though of course we could only obey +orders. So we left our unfinished supper and quickly collected our +belongings and took them to the hotel where our Red Cross car should +have been waiting for us. But the Red Cross authorities had sent off our +car with some wounded, which of course was just as it should be, and we +were promised another "seechas," which literally translated signifies +"immediately," but in Russia means to-day or to-morrow or not at all. + +"Let us come into the hotel and get a meal while we wait," suggested the +Prince, mindful of our uneaten supper, and we followed him to the +restaurant--still mourning those beautiful beds we had left behind us, +and so tired we didn't much care whether the Germans came or not. +Nothing can express utter desolation much more nakedly than a Grand +Hotel that has been through a week or two's bombardment. Here indeed +were the mighty fallen. A large hole was ripped out of the wall of the +big restaurant, close to the alcove where the band used to play while +the smart people dined. An elaborate wine-list still graced each little +table, but coffee made from rye bread crusts mixed with a little chicory +was the only drink that a few white-faced waiters who crept about the +room like shadows could apologetically offer us. We sat there till +nearly 3 A. M., and Colonel S., utterly worn out, was fast +asleep with his head on the little table, and there was no sign of any +car, or of any Germans, so we went to lie down till morning. + +In the morning things began to look cheerful. The Germans had still not +arrived, our own car turned up, and best of all the Prince heard +officially that every wounded man who was at all transportable had now +been successfully got out of Lodz. It was a gigantic task, this +evacuation of over 18,000 wounded in four days, and it is a great +feather in the Russian cap to have achieved it so successfully. + +It was a most lovely day with a soft blue sky, and all the world bathed +in winter sunshine. Shelling had ceased during the night, but began +again with terrific force in the morning, and we started off under a +perfect hail of shells. There were four German aeroplanes hovering just +above us, throwing down bombs at short intervals. The shells aimed at +them looked so innocent, like little white puff-balls bursting up in the +blue sky. We hoped they would be brought down, but they were too high +for that. The bombs were only a little diversion of theirs by the +way--they were really trying to locate the Russian battery, as they were +evidently making signals to their own headquarters. Danger always adds +a spice to every entertainment, and as the wounded were all out and we +had nobody but ourselves to think about, we could enjoy our thrilling +departure from Lodz under heavy fire to the uttermost. And I must say I +have rarely enjoyed anything more. It was simply glorious spinning along +in that car, and we got out safely without anyone being hurt. + +We passed through Breeziny, where the tail-end of a battle was going on, +and the Prince stopped the car for a few minutes so that we could see +the men in the trenches. On our way we passed crowds of terrified +refugees hurrying along the road with their few possessions on their +backs or in their arms; it reminded me of those sad processions of +flying peasants in Belgium, but I think these were mostly much poorer, +and had not so much to lose. Just as the sun was setting we stopped for +a rest at a place the Prince knew of, half inn, half farm-house. We +looked back, and the sky was bloody and lurid over the western plain +where Lodz lay. To us it seemed like an ill omen for the unhappy town, +but it may be that the Germans took those flaming clouds to mean that +even the heavens themselves were illuminated to signal their victory. + +Some bread and some pale golden Hungarian Tokay were produced by our +host for our refreshment. The latter was delicious, but it must have +been much more potent than it looked, for though I only had one small +glass of it, I collapsed altogether afterwards, and lay on the floor of +the car, and could not move till the lights of Warsaw were in sight. In +a few minutes more we arrived at the Hotel Bristol, and then the Flying +Column went to bed at last. + + + + +IX + +MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN + + +The Grand Duchess Cyril happened to be staying at the Hotel Bristol too. +Like most of the other members of the Russian Royal Family, since the +beginning of the war she has been devoting her whole time to helping +wounded soldiers, and is the centre of a whole network of activities. +She has a large hospital in Warsaw for men and officers, a very +efficient ambulance train that can hold 800 wounded, and one of the best +surgeons in Petrograd working on it, and a provision train which sets up +feeding-stations for the troops and for refugees in places where food is +very scarce, which last is an indescribable boon to all who benefit by +it. The Grand Duchess's hospital in Warsaw, like every other just at +this time, was crammed to overflowing with wounded from Lodz, and the +staff was inadequate to meet this unexpected need. + +The Grand Duchess met Princess V. in the lounge just as we arrived from +Lodz, and begged that our Column might go and help for a time at her +hospital. Accordingly, the next day, the consent of the Red Cross Office +having been obtained, we went off to the Grand Duchess's hospital for a +time to supplement and relieve their staff. They met us with open arms, +as they were all very tired and very thankful for our help. They only +had room for fifty patients and had had about 150 brought in. +Fortunately the Grand Duchess's ambulance train had just come back to +Warsaw, so the most convalescent of the old cases were taken off to +Petrograd, but even then we were working in the operating-theatre till +twelve or one every night. They hoped we had come for two or three weeks +and were very disgusted when, in five days' time, the order came for us +to go off to Skiernevice with the automobiles. The hospital staff gave +us such a nice send-off, and openly wished that they belonged to a +flying column too. I must say it was very interesting these startings +off into the unknown, with our little fleet of automobiles containing +ourselves and our equipment. We made a very flourishing start out of +Warsaw, but very soon plunged into an appalling mess of mud. One could +really write an epic poem on Russian roads. At the best of times they +are awful; on this particular occasion they were full of large holes +made by shells and covered with thick swampy mud that had been snow the +week before. It delayed us so much that we did not get to Skiernevice +till late that night. + +Skiernevice is a small town, important chiefly as a railway junction, as +two lines branch off here towards Germany and Austria north-west and +south-west. The Tsar has a shooting-box here in the midst of beautiful +woods, and two rooms had been set apart in this house for our Column. + +We arrived late in the evening, secretly hoping that we should get a +night in bed, and were rather rejoiced at finding that there were no +wounded there at all at present, though a large contingent was expected +later. So we camped in the two rooms allotted to us: Princess, Sister +G., and myself in one, and all the men of the party in the other. No +wounded arrived for two or three days, and we thoroughly enjoyed the +rest and, above all, the beautiful woods. How delicious the pines smelt +after that horrible Lodz. Twice a day we used to go down the railway +line, where there was a restaurant car for the officers; it seemed odd +to be eating our meals in the Berlin-Warsaw International Restaurant +Car. There was always something interesting going on at the station. One +day a regiment from Warsaw had just been detrained there when a German +Taube came sailing over the station throwing down grenades. Every man +immediately began to fire up in the air, and we ran much more risk of +being killed by a Russian bullet than by the German Taube. It was like +being in the middle of a battle, and I much regretted I had not my +camera with me. Another day all the débris of a battlefield had been +picked up and was lying in piles in the station waiting to be sent off +to Warsaw. There were truck-loads of stuff; German and Russian +overcoats, boots, rifles, water-bottles, caps, swords, and helmets and +all sorts of miscellaneous kit. + +We often saw gangs of prisoners, mostly Austrian, but some German, and +they always seemed well treated by the Russians. The Austrian prisoners +nearly always looked very miserable, cold, hungry, and worn out. Once we +saw a spy being put into the train to go to Warsaw, I suppose to be +shot--an old Jewish man with white hair in a long, black gaberdine, +strips of coloured paper still in his hand with which he had been caught +signalling to the Germans. _How_ angry the soldiers were with him--one +gave him a great punch in the back, another kicked him up into the +train, and a soldier on the platform who saw what was happening ran as +fast as he could and was just in time to give him a parting hit on the +shoulder. The old man did not cry out or attempt to retaliate, but his +face was ashy-white with terror, and one of his hands was dripping with +blood. It was a very horrible sight and haunted me all the rest of the +day. It was quite right that he should be shot as a spy, but the +unnecessary cruelty first sickened me. + +There were masses of troops constantly going up to the positions from +Skiernevice, and as there was a short cut through the park, which they +generally used, we could see all that was going on from our rooms. On +Sunday it was evident that another big battle was pending. Several +batteries went up through our woods, each gun-carriage almost up to its +axles in mud, dragged by eight strong horses. They were followed by a +regiment of Cossacks, looking very fierce in their great black fur +head-dresses, huge sheep-skin coats, and long spears. There was one +small Cossack boy who was riding out with his father to the front and +who could not have been more than eleven or twelve years old. There are +quite a number of young boys at the front who make themselves very +useful in taking messages, carrying ammunition, and so on. We had one +little boy of thirteen in the hospital at Warsaw, who was badly wounded +while carrying a message to the colonel, and he was afterwards awarded +the St. George's Cross. + +There were enormous numbers of other troops too: Siberians, Tartars, +Asiatic Russians from Turkestan, Caucasians in their beautiful +black-and-silver uniforms, Little Russians from the south, and great +fair-haired giants from the north. + +The little Catholic Church in the village was full to overflowing at the +early Mass that Sunday morning with men in full marching kit on their +way out to the trenches. A very large number of them made their +Confession and received the Blessed Sacrament before starting out, and +for many, many of these it was their Viaticum, for the great battle +began that afternoon, and few of the gallant fellows we saw going up to +the trenches that morning ever returned again. + +That afternoon the Prince had business at the Staff Headquarters out +beyond Lowice, and I went out there in the automobile with him and +Monsieur Goochkoff. We went through Lowice on the way there. The little +town had been severely bombarded (it was taken two or three days later +by the Germans), and we met many of the peasants hurrying away from it +carrying their possessions with them. You may know the peasants of +Lowice anywhere by their distinctive dress, which is the most +brilliantly coloured peasant dress imaginable. The women wear gorgeous +petticoats of orange, red and blue, or green in vertical stripes and a +cape of the same material over their shoulders, a bright-coloured shawl, +generally orange, on their heads, and brilliant bootlaces--magenta is +the colour most affected. The men, too, wear trousers of the same kind +of vertical stripes, generally of orange and black. These splashes of +bright colour are delicious in this sad, grey country. + +The General of the Staff was quartered at Radzivilow Castle, and I +explored the place while the Prince and Monsieur Goochkoff did their +business. The old, dark hall, with armour hanging on the walls and +worm-eaten furniture covered with priceless tapestry, would have made a +splendid picture. A huge log fire burning on the open hearth lighted up +the dark faces of the two Turkestan soldiers who were standing on guard +at the door. In one corner a young lieutenant was taking interminable +messages from the field telephone, and under the window another +Turkestan soldier stood sharpening his dagger. The Prince asked him +what he was doing, and his dark face lighted up. "Every night at eight," +he said, still sharpening busily, "I go out and kill some Germans." The +men of this Turkestan regiment are said to be extraordinarily brave men. +They do not care at all about a rifle, but prefer to be at closer +quarters with the enemy with their two-edged dagger, and the Germans +like them as little as they like our own Gurkhas and Sikhs. + +The next day the wounded began to arrive in Skiernevice, and in two +days' time the temporary hospital was full. + +The Tsar had a private theatre at Skiernevice with a little separate +station of its own about 200 yards farther down the line than the +ordinary station, and in many ways this made quite a suitable hospital +except for the want of a proper water-supply. + +The next thing we heard was that the Russian General had decided to fall +back once more, and we must be prepared to move at any moment. + +All that day we heard violent cannonading going on and all the next +night, though the hospital was already full, the little country carts +came in one after another filled with wounded. They were to only stay +one night, as in the morning ambulance trains were coming to take them +all away, and we had orders to follow as soon as the last patient had +gone. Another operating- and dressing-room was quickly improvised, but +even with the two going hard all night it was difficult to keep pace +with the number brought in. + +The scenery had never been taken down after the last dramatic +performance played in the theatre, and wounded men lay everywhere +between the wings and drop scenes. The auditorium was packed so closely +that you could hardly get between the men without treading on some one's +hands and feet as they lay on the floor. The light had given out--in the +two dressing-rooms there were oil-lamps, but in the rest of the place we +had to make do with candle-ends stuck into bottles. The foyer had been +made into a splendid kitchen, where hot tea and boiling soup could be +got all night through. This department was worked by the local Red +Cross Society, and was a great credit to them. + +About eight o'clock in the morning the first ambulance train came in, +and was quickly filled with patients. We heard that the Germans were now +very near, and hoped we should manage to get away all the wounded before +they arrived. + +The second train came up about eleven, and by that time a fierce rifle +encounter was going on. From the hospital window we could see the +Russian troops firing from the trenches near the railway. Soon there was +a violent explosion that shook the place; this was the Russians blowing +up the railway bridge on the western side of the station. + +The second train went off, and there were very few patients left now, +though some were still being brought in at intervals by the Red Cross +carts. Our automobiles had started off to Warsaw with some wounded +officers, but the rest of the column had orders to go to Zyradow by the +last train to leave Skiernevice. + +The sanitars now began to pack up the hospital; we did not mean to leave +anything behind for the enemy if we could help it. The few bedsteads +were taken to pieces and tied up, the stretchers put together and the +blankets tied up in bundles. When the last ambulance train came up about +2 P. M. the patients were first put in, and then every portable +object that could be removed was packed into the train too. At the last +moment, when the train was just about to start, one of the sanitars ran +back and triumphantly brought out a pile of dirty soup plates to add to +the collection. Nothing was left in the hospital but two dead men we had +not time to bury. + +The wounded were all going to Warsaw and the other Russian Sisters went +on in the train with them. But our destination was Zyradow, only the +next station but one down the line. + +When we arrived at Zyradow about three o'clock we were looking forward +to a bath and tea and bed, as we had been up all night and were very +tired; but the train most unkindly dropped us about a quarter of a mile +from the station, and we had to get out all our equipment and heavy +cases of dressings, and put them at the side of the line, while Julian, +the Prince's soldier servant, went off to try and find a man and a cart +for the things. There was a steady downpour of rain, and we were soaked +by the time he came back saying that there was nothing to be had at all. +The station was all in crumbling ruins, so we could not leave the things +there, and our precious dressings were beginning to get wet. Finally we +got permission to put them in a closed cinema theatre near the station, +but it was dark by that time, and we were wet and cold and began once +more to centre our thoughts on baths and tea. We were a small +party--only six of us--Princess, we two Sisters, Colonel S., a Russian +dresser, and Julian. We caught a local Red Crosser. "Where is the +hotel?" "There is no hotel here." "Where can we lodge for to-night?" "I +don't know where you could lodge." "Where is the Red Cross Bureau?" +asked Princess, in desperation. "About a quarter of an hour's walk. I +will show you the way." + +We got to the Red Cross Bureau to find that Monsieur Goochkoff had not +yet arrived, though he was expected, and they could offer no solution of +our difficulties, except to advise us to go to the Factory Hospital and +see if they could make any arrangement for us. The Matron there was +_very_ kind, and telephoned to every one she could think of, and finally +got a message that we were expected, and were to sleep at the Reserve. +So we trudged once more through the mud and rain. The "Reserve" was two +small, empty rooms, where thirty Sisters were going to pass the night. +They had no beds, and not even straw, but were just going to lie on the +floor in their clothes. There was obviously no room for six more of us, +and finally we went back once more to the Red Cross Bureau. Princess +seized an empty room, and announced that we were going to sleep in it. +We were told we couldn't, as it had been reserved for somebody else; but +we didn't care, and got some patients' stretchers from the depot and lay +down on them in our wet clothes just as we were. In the middle of the +night the "somebody" for whom the room had been kept arrived, strode +into the room, and turned up the electric light. The others were really +asleep, and I pretended to be. He had a good look at us, and then strode +out again grunting. We woke up every five minutes, it was so dreadfully +cold, and though we were so tired, I was not sorry when it was time to +get up. + +We had breakfast at a dirty little restaurant in the town, and then got +a message from the Red Cross that there would be nothing for us to do +that day, but that we were probably going to be sent to Radzowill the +following morning. So we decided to go off to the Factory Hospital and +see if we could persuade the Matron to let us have a bath there. + +Zyradow is one very large cotton and woollen factory, employing about +5000 hands. In Russia it is the good law that for every hundred workmen +employed there shall be one hospital bed provided. In the small +factories a few beds in the local hospital are generally subsidized, in +larger ones they usually find it more convenient to have their own. So +here there was a very nice little hospital with fifty beds, which had +been stretched now to hold twice as many more, as a great many wounded +had to be sent in here. The Matron is a Pole of Scottish extraction, and +spoke fluent but quite foreign English with a strong Scotch accent. +There are a good many Scotch families here, who came over and settled in +Poland about a hundred years ago, and who are all engaged in different +departments in the factory. She was kindness itself, and gave us tea +first and then prepared a hot bath for us all in turn. We got rid of +most of our tormentors and were at peace once more. + +As we left the hospital we met three footsore soldiers whose boots were +absolutely worn right through. They were coming up to the hospital to +see if the Matron had any dead men's boots that would fit them. It +sounded rather gruesome--but she told us that that was quite a common +errand. The Russian military boots are excellent, but, of course, all +boots wear out very quickly under such trying circumstances of roads and +weather. They are top boots, strong and waterproof, and very often made +by the men themselves. The uniform, too, is very practical and so strong +that the men have told me that carpets are made from the material. The +colour is browner than our own khaki--and quite different both from the +German, which is much greyer, and the Austrian, which is almost blue. I +heard in Belgium that at the beginning of the war German soldiers were +constantly mistaken for our men. + + + + +X + +BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW + + +The next morning we went up to Radzivilow. It is the next station to +Skiernevice, and there was very heavy fighting going on there when we +went up. We were told we were going up on an armoured train, which +sounded very thrilling, but when we got to the station we only found a +quite ordinary carriage put on to the engine to take us up. The Russian +battery was at that time at the south of the railway line, the German +battery on the north of it--and we were in the centre of the sandwich. +At Zyradow these cannon sounded distant, but as we neared Radzivilow the +guns were crashing away as they did at Lodz, and we prepared for a hot +time. The station had been entirely wrecked and was simply in ruins, but +the station-master's house near by was still intact, and we had orders +to rig up a temporary dressing-station there. + +Before we had time to unpack our dressings, a messenger arrived to tell +us that the Germans had succeeded in enfilading a Russian trench close +by, and that they were bringing fifty very badly wounded men to us +almost at once. We had just time to start the sterilizer when the little +carts began to arrive with some terribly wounded men. The machine guns +had simply swept the trench from end to end. The worst of it was that +some lived for hours when death would have been a more merciful release. +Thank God we had plenty of morphia with us and could thus ease their +terrible sufferings. One man had practically his whole face blown off, +another had all his clothes and the flesh of his back all torn away. +Another poor old fellow was brought in with nine wounds in the abdomen. +He looked quite a patriarch with a long flowing beard--quite the oldest +man I have seen in the Russian army. Poor Ivan, he had only just been +called up to the front and this was his first battle. He was beautifully +dressed, and so clean; his wife had prepared everything for him with +such loving care, a warm knitted vest, and a white linen shirt most +beautifully embroidered with scarlet in a intricate key-pattern. Ivan +was almost more unhappy at his wife's beautiful work having to be cut +than at his own terrible wounds. He was quite conscious and not in much +pain, and did so long to live even a week or two longer, so that he +might see his wife once again. But it was not to be, and he died early +the next morning--one of the dearest old men one could ever meet, and so +pathetically grateful for the very little we could do for him. + +The shells were crashing over our heads and bursting everywhere, but we +were too busy to heed them, as more and more men were brought to the +dressing-station. It was an awful problem what to do with them: the +house was small and we were using the two biggest rooms downstairs as +operating- and dressing-rooms. Straw was procured and laid on the floors +of all the little rooms upstairs, and after each man's wounds were +dressed he was carried with difficulty up the narrow winding staircase +and laid on the floor. + +The day wore on and as it got dark we began to do the work under great +difficulties, for there were no shutters or blinds to the upstairs +windows, and we dared not have any light--even a candle--there, as it +would have brought down the German fire on us at once. So those poor men +had to lie up there in the pitch dark, and one of us went round from +time to time with a little electric torch. Downstairs we managed to +darken the windows, but the dressings and operations had all to be done +by candle-light. + +The Germans were constantly sending up rockets of blue fire which +illuminated the whole place, and we were afraid every moment they would +find us out. Some of the shells had set houses near by on fire too, and +the sky was lighted up with a dull red glow. The carts bringing the men +showed no lights, and they were lifted out in the dark when they arrived +and laid in rows in the lobby till we had time to see to them. By nine +o'clock that evening we had more than 300 men, and were thankful to see +an ambulance train coming up the line to take them away. The sanitars +had a difficult job getting these poor men downstairs and carrying them +to the train, which was quite dark too. But the men were thankful +themselves to get away, I think--it was nerve-racking work for them, +lying wounded in that little house with the shells bursting continually +over it. + +All night long the men were being brought in from the trenches. About +four in the morning there was a little lull and some one made tea. I +wonder what people in England would have thought if they had seen us at +that meal. We had it in the stuffy dressing-room where we had been +working without a stop for sixteen hours with tightly closed windows, +and every smell that can be imagined pervading it, the floor covered +with mud, blood and débris of dressings wherever there were not +stretchers on which were men who had just been operated on. The meal of +milkless tea, black bread, and cheese, was spread on a sterilized towel +on the operating-table, illuminated by two candles stuck in bottles. +Princess sat in the only chair, and the rest of us eased our weary feet +by sitting on the edge of the dressing-boxes. Two dead soldiers lay at +our feet--it was not safe just at that moment to take them out and bury +them. People would probably ask how we _could_ eat under those +conditions. I don't know how we could either, but we _did_ and were +thankful for it--for immediately after another rush began. + +At eleven o'clock in the morning another ambulance train arrived and was +quickly filled. By that time we had had more than 750 patients through +our hands, and they were still being brought in large numbers. The +fighting must have been terrific, for the men were absolutely worn out +when they arrived, and fell asleep at once from exhaustion, in spite of +their wounds. Some of them must have been a long time in the trenches, +for many were in a terribly verminous condition. On one poor boy with a +smashed leg the insects could have only been counted by the million. +About ten minutes after his dressing was done, his white bandage was +quite grey with the army of invaders that had collected on it from his +other garments. + +Early that afternoon we got a message that another Column was coming to +relieve us, and that we were to return to Zyradow for a rest. We were +very sorry to leave our little dressing-station, but rejoiced to hear +that we were to go up again in two days' time to relieve this second +Column, and that we were to work alternately with them, forty-eight +hours on, and then forty-eight hours off duty. + +We had left Zyradow rather quiet, but when we came back we found the +cannon going hard, both from the Radzivilow and the Goosof direction. It +would have taken much more than cannon to keep _us_ awake, however, and +we lay down most gratefully on our stretchers in the empty room at the +Red Cross Bureau and slept. A forty-eight hours' spell is rather long +for the staff, though probably there would have been great difficulty in +changing the Columns more often. + +I woke up in the evening to hear the church bells ringing, and +remembered that it was Christmas Eve and that they were ringing for the +Midnight Mass, so I got up quickly. The large church was packed with +people, every one of the little side chapels was full and people were +even sitting on the altar steps. There must have been three or four +thousand people there, most of them of course the people of the place, +but also soldiers, Red Cross workers and many refugees mostly from +Lowice. Poor people, it was a sad Christmas for them--having lost so +much already and not knowing from day to day if they would lose all, as +at that time it was a question whether or not the Russian authorities +would decide for strategic reasons to fall back once more. + +And then twelve o'clock struck and the Mass began. + +Soon a young priest got up into the pulpit and gave them a little +sermon. It was in Polish, but though I could not understand the words, I +could tell from the people's faces what it was about. When he spoke of +the horrors of war, the losses and the deaths and the suffering that had +come to so many of them, one woman put her apron to her face and sobbed +aloud in the tense silence. And in a moment the whole congregation began +sobbing and moaning and swaying themselves to and fro. The young priest +stopped and left them alone a moment or two, and then began to speak in +a low persuasive voice. I do not know what he said, but he gradually +soothed them and made them happy. And then the organ began pealing out +triumphantly, and while the guns crashed and thundered outside, the +choir within sang of peace and goodwill to all men. + +Christmas Day was a very mournful one for us, as we heard of the loss of +our new and best automobile, which had just been given as a present to +the Column. One of the boys was taking it to Warsaw from Skiernevice +with some wounded officers, and it had broken down just outside the +village. The mud was awful, and with the very greatest difficulty they +managed to get it towed as far as Rawa, but had to finally abandon it to +the Germans, though fortunately they got off safely themselves. It was a +great blow to the Column, as it was impossible to replace it, these big +ambulance cars costing something like 8000 roubles. + +So our Christmas dinner eaten at our usual dirty little restaurant could +not be called a success. + +Food was very scarce at that time in Zyradow; there was hardly any meat +or sugar, and no milk or eggs or white bread. One of us had brought a +cake for Christmas from Warsaw weeks before, and it was partaken of on +this melancholy occasion without enthusiasm. Even the punch made out of +a teaspoonful of brandy from the bottom of Princess's flask mixed with +about a pint of water and two lumps of sugar failed to move us to any +hilarity. Our menu did not vary in any particular from that usually +provided at the restaurant, though we did feel we might have had a clean +cloth for once. + +MENU + +CHRISTMAS 1914 + +Gravy Soup. + +Roast Horse. Boiled Potatoes. + +Currant Cake. + +Tea. Punch. + +We were very glad to go up to Radzivilow once more. Our former +dressing-station had been abandoned as too dangerous for staff and +patients, and the dressing- and operating-room was now in a train about +five versts down the line from Radzivilow station. Our train was a +permanency on the line, and we lived and worked in it, while twice a day +an ambulance train came up, our wounded were transferred to it and taken +away, and we filled up once more. We found things fairly quiet this +time when we went up. The Germans had been making some very fierce +attacks, trying to cross the river Rawka, and therefore their losses +must have been very heavy, but the Russians were merely holding their +ground, and so there were comparatively few wounded on our side. This +time we were able to divide up into shifts for the work--a luxury we +were very seldom able to indulge in. + +We had previously made great friends with a Siberian captain, and we +found to our delight that he was living in a little hut close to our +train. He asked me one day if I would like to go up to the positions +with him and take some Christmas presents round to the men. Of course I +was more than delighted, and as he was going up that night and I was not +on duty, the general very kindly gave permission for me to go up too. In +the end Colonel S. and one of the Russian Sisters accompanied us as +well. The captain got a rough cart and horse to take us part of the way, +and he and another man rode on horseback beside us. We started off about +ten o'clock, a very bright moonlight night--so bright that we had to +take off our brassards and anything that could have shown up white +against the dark background of the woods. We drove as far as the +pine-woods in which the Russian positions were, and left the cart and +horses in charge of a Cossack while we were away. The general had +intended that we should see the reserve trenches, but we had seen plenty +of them before, and our captain meant that we should see all the fun +that was going, so he took us right up to the front positions. We went +through the wood silently in single file, taking care that if possible +not even a twig should crackle under our feet, till we came to the very +front trenches at the edge of the wood. We crouched down and watched for +some time. Everything was brilliantly illuminated by the moonlight, and +we had to be very careful not to show ourselves. A very fierce German +attack was going on, and the bullets were pattering like hail on the +trees all round us. We could see nothing for some time but the smoke of +the rifles. + +The Germans were only about a hundred yards away from us at this time, +and we could see the river Rawka glittering below in the moonlight. What +an absurd little river to have so much fighting about. That night it +looked as if we could easily wade across it. The captain made a sign, +and we crept with him along the edge of the wood, till we got to a +Siberian officer's dug-out. At first we could not see anything, then we +saw a hole between two bushes, and after slithering backwards down the +hole, we got into a sort of cave that had been roofed in with poles and +branches, and was absolutely invisible a few steps away. It was +fearfully hot and frowzy--a little stove in the corner threw out a great +heat, and the men all began to smoke, which made it worse. + +We stayed a while talking, and then crawled along to visit one of the +men's dug-outs, a German bullet just missing us as we passed, and +burying itself in a tree. There were six men already in the dug-out, so +we did not attempt to get in, but gave them tobacco and matches, for +which they were very grateful. These men had an "ikon" or sacred picture +hanging up inside their cave; the Russian soldiers on active service +carry a regimental ikon, and many carry them in their pockets too. One +man had his life saved by his ikon. He showed it to us; the bullet had +gone just between the Mother and the Child, and was embedded in the +wood. + +It was all intensely interesting, and we left the positions with great +reluctance, to return through the moonlit pine-woods till we reached our +cart. We had indeed made a night of it, for it was five o'clock in the +morning when we got back to the train once more, and both the doctor and +I were on duty again at eight. But it was well worth losing a night's +sleep to go up to the positions during a violent German attack. I wonder +what the general would have said if he had known! + +We finished our forty-eight hours' duty and returned once more to +Zyradow. I was always loth to leave Radzivilow. The work there was +splendid, and there more than anywhere else I have been to one feels the +war as a High Adventure. + +War would be the most glorious game in the world if it were not for the +killing and wounding. In it one tastes the joy of comradeship to the +full, the taking and giving, and helping and being helped in a way that +would be impossible to conceive in the ordinary world. At Radzivilow, +too, one could see the poetry of war, the zest of the frosty mornings, +and the delight of the camp-fire at night, the warm, clean smell of the +horses tethered everywhere, the keen hunger, the rough food sweetened by +the sauce of danger, the riding out in high hope in the morning; even +the returning wounded in the evening did not seem altogether such a bad +thing out there. One has to die some time, and the Russian peasants +esteem it a high honour to die for their "little Mother" as they call +their country. The vision of the High Adventure is not often vouchsafed +to one, but it is a good thing to have had it--it carries one through +many a night at the shambles. Radzivilow is the only place it came to +me. In Belgium one's heart was wrung by the poignancy of it all, its +littleness and defencelessness; in Lodz one could see nothing for the +squalor and "frightfulness"; in other places the ruined villages, the +flight of the dazed, terrified peasants show one of the darkest sides of +war. + + * * * * * + +It was New Year's Eve when we returned to Zyradow, and found ourselves +billeted in a new house where there was not only a bed each, but a +bathroom and a bath. Imagine what that meant to people who had not +undressed at night for more than three weeks. + +Midnight struck as we were having supper, and we drank the health of the +New Year in many glasses of tea. What would the lifted veil of time +disclose in this momentous year just opening for us? + +It did not begin particularly auspiciously for me, for within the first +few days of it I got a wound in the leg from a bit of shrapnel, was +nearly killed by a bomb from a German Taube, and caught a very bad chill +and had to go to bed with pleurisy--all of which happenings gave me +leisure to write this little account of my adventures. + +The bomb from the Taube was certainly the nearest escape I am ever +likely to have in this world. I was walking over a piece of open ground, +saw nothing, heard nothing, was dreaming in fact, when suddenly I heard +a whirring overhead, and just above me was a German aeroplane. Before I +had time to think, down came a bomb with a fearful explosion. I could +not see anything for a minute, and then the smoke cleared away, and I +was standing at the edge of a large hole. The bomb had fallen into a bed +of soft mud, and exploded upwards. Some soldiers who were not very far +off rushed to see if I were killed, and were very surprised to find that +I was practically unhurt. A bomb thrown that same afternoon that +exploded on the pavement killed and wounded nine people. + +The wound was from a stray bit of shrapnel and was only a trifle, +fortunately, and soon healed. The pleurisy was a longer job and +compelled me to go to bed for a fortnight. I was very miserable at being +the only idle person I knew, till it occurred to me to spend my time in +writing this little book, and a subsequent short holiday in Petrograd +enabled me to finish it. + +My enforced holiday is over now and I am on my way back to my beloved +column once more--to the life on the open road--with its joys and +sorrows, its comradeship, its pain and its inexplicable happiness--back +once more to exchange the pen for the more ready weapon of the forceps. + +And so I will leave this brief account of what I have seen in this great +war. I know better than anyone can tell me what an imperfect sketch it +is, but the history of the war will have to be studied from a great many +different angles before a picture of it will be able to be presented in +its true perspective, and it may be that this particular angle will be +of some little interest to those who are interested in Red Cross work in +different countries. Those who are workers themselves will forgive the +roughness of the sketch, which was written during my illness in snatches +and at odd times, on all sorts of stray pieces of paper and far from any +books of reference; they will perhaps forget the imperfections in +remembering that it has been written close to the turmoil of the +battlefield, to the continual music of the cannon and the steady tramp +of feet marching past my window. + + + + +Index + +Aeroplanes, Taube, 145, 176 + throwing down proclamations, 53 + +_Affiches_, of the Burgomaster of Antwerp, 53 + of the Burgomaster of Brussels, 10, 11, 181, 182 + forbidding a menacing look, etc., 32 + German, proclaiming victories, 30, 67 + German, of Von der Golst, 67, 68 + instructions to citizens, 67 + +American Consul, help from, 66, 77 + +Antwerp, the forts of, 73 + the heavy guns, 73 + news of the downfall of, 96 + +Austrian prisoners, 148 + +Automobiles of the Flying Column, 146, 169 + + +Belgian Red Cross Society, 5, 12 + +Bishop, sad fate of the, 103 + +Boden, a night at, 103, 104 + +Brassard, the Red Cross, 61 + +Brussels, fortifications of, 9 + German patients in fire-station hospital at, 20 + hospitals in, 13 + occupied by the Germans, 14 + the start to, 6, 7 + +Burgomaster of Antwerp, 53 + of Brussels, 10, 11, 54, 74 + of Charleroi, 20 + + +Camp, a German, 61, 62 + +Cannon, distinction between French and German, 40 + +Cholera, rumours of, 97 + +Charleroi, burning of, 20, 22, 32 + and Charleville, 36 + terrorization of peasants in, 33 + +Christmas Eve in Zyradow, 167 + fare, 170 + +Cologne, arrival at, 85-87 + +Copenhagen, arrival at, 92 + + +Danish-German soldiers as guards, 81 + +Danish welcome, a, 92 + +Death of a Breton soldier, 44 + of a certain French count, 48, 49 + +Difference in French and German equipment, 47 + + +Echevins of Brussels, 74 + +Empress Marie Federovna, interview with, 111 + +Equipment of French and German soldiers, 47 + +Expulsion of nurses and doctors from Brussels, 80 + + +Firing at the Red Cross, 35 + +Fire-station hospital, 13, 19, 20 + +_Flandres Libérale_, 71 + +Flying Column, 125, 126 + +Fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, 107 + +French convent, a, 60 + prisoners as patients, 28, 29 + + +German officers' behaviour at Herbesthal, 83 + patients at fire-station, 20 + patients at M----, 41 + preparations for war, 33 + surgeon at M----, 31 + +Grand Duchess Cyril's Hospital in Warsaw, 144 + + +Hamburg, 88, 89 + +Hansen, Dr. Norman, 95 + +Harsh treatment of wounded, 42 + +Haparanda, 104 + +Herbesthal, search at, 83 + +Holland, rumoured war with, 31 + +"Hoosh," 85 + +Hotel Cosmopolite, Copenhagen, 92 + +Hotel d'Europe, Warsaw, 124 + +Hotel at Lodz, 140 + + +Ikons, 115, 173 + +Improvised hospital from theatre, 152 + +Infiladed trench, a, 162 + +Insects, 139 + +Inscription over gateway in Charleroi, 30 + +Interview with Dowager Empress of Russia, 111 + + +St. John Ambulance Society, 5, 97 + +Jumet, the burning of, 21 + + +Karungi, 104 + +Kiel Canal, 90 + + +Liège, 65, 83 + +Lodz, 131 + hospital at, 132-38 + shelling of, 132, 135 + +London, first week of the war, 2 + +Louvain, destruction of, 81 + refugees from, 11 + +Lowice, 150 + +Luggage problem, the, 126 + + +Mâlines, 60, 63, 81 + +M---- Red Cross Hospital, 23 + Committee, 28 + dinner-time, 27 + a night on duty, 23-24 + the curé of, 44 + +Max, Monsieur, 10, 11, 55, 74 + +Maubeuge taken, 41 + +Münster, breakfast at, 88 + + +Neutrality of Belgium, 82 + of Denmark, 100 + +Newspaper boy caught by Germans, 71, 72 + +Night in the trenches, a, 171-74 + +Nurses in Brussels, 8, 19, 66 + + +Operation, a severe, 25, 26 + +Ostend in August, 7 + + +Patients sent off to Germany, 41, 46 + +Petrograd, 107, 108 + +Pigeons, loss of, 55 + +Poem to British surgeons and nurses, 95 + +Poland, distress in, 97 + +Prisoners, Austrian, 148 + French, 28 + German, 148 + +Proclamation of Burgomaster of Brussels, 10, 11 + forbidding "a menacing look," 32 + German announcing victories, 30, 67 + of Von der Golst, 67, 68 + + +Queen of Holland, 31 + + +Radzivilow, 161 + Castle, 151 + +Raphael, St., 104 + +Rawka, the river, 172 + +Refugees from Termonde and Louvain, 11 + in Poland, 142 + +Registration of trained nurses, 4 + +Red Cross flag in Brussels, 55 + hospital in Warsaw, 113-21 + workers in Belgium, 23, 28, 46 + +Russian factory laws, 158 + +Russian Red Cross, Committee, 108 + permission to serve, 97 + +Russian roads, 146 + +Russian sisterhoods, 109 + +Russian soldiers, 123 + their relationship with their officers, 123 + + +Scarcity of supplies, 24, 37, 169 + +Searched by German sentries, 62 + +Siberian ponies, 128 + +Skiernevice, 146 + +Skirmish between Belgian and German outposts, 59 + +Spies, 148 + +Stamps, issue of Belgian, 74 + +State registration of nurses, 4 + +St. Raphael, 104, 106 + +Stockholm, 102 + + +Taube aeroplane, 147, 176 + +Termonde, refugees from, 11 + +Theatre at Skiernevice, 152 + +_Times_, the price of, 70 + +Tirlemont, 57, 82 + +Torchlight tattoo, 1 + +Turco soldiers, 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "http://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: Field Hospital and Flying Column</p> +<p> Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium & Russia</p> +<p>Author: Violetta Thurstan</p> +<p>Release Date: January 23, 2006 [eBook #17587]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Irma Spehar<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br /> + (<a href="http://www.pgdp.net/">http://www.pgdp.net/</a>)<br /> + from page images generously made available by<br /> + Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries<br /> + (<a href="http://www.archive.org/details/toronto">http://www.archive.org/details/toronto</a>)</h3> +<p> </p> +<table border="0" cellpadding="10" style="background-color: #ccccff;"> + <tr> + <td valign="top"> + Note: + </td> + <td> + Images of the original pages are available through + Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries. See + <a href="http://www.archive.org/details/fieldhosflyingcolumn00thuruoft"> + http://www.archive.org/details/fieldhosflyingcolumn00thuruoft</a> + </td> + </tr> +</table> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1> +Field Hospital and<br /> +Flying Column</h1> + +<h3><i>Being the</i></h3> + +<h3>Journal of an English Nursing Sister<br /> +in Belgium & Russia</h3> + + +<h3>By</h3> +<h2>Violetta Thurstan</h2> + + + +<p class='center'>London and New York<br /> +<b>G. P. Putnam's Sons</b><br /> +1915</p> + +<p class='center'><i>First Impression April 1915</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p class='center'>M. R.</p> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4"><i>Allons! After the great Companions, and to belong to them.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>They too are on the road.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>They are the swift and majestic men, they are the greatest women.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>They know the universe itself as a road, as many roads,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>As roads for travelling souls.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Camerados, I will give you my hand,</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>I give you my love more precious than money.</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Will you give me yourselves, will you come travel with me?</i><br /></span> +<span class="i4"><i>Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?</i><br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>Contents</h2> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'><b>CHAP.</b></td><td align='left'><b>PAGE</b></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>I. THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>II. CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>III. OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IV. THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>V. A MEMORABLE JOURNEY</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VI. A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VII. OUR WORK IN WARSAW</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>VIII. THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>IX. MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_144">144</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>X. BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>INDEX</td><td align='center'><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h3>I</h3> + +<h3>THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL</h3> + + +<p>War, war, war. For me the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo +on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in +July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when +most of us had a heartache in case—<i>in case</i> England, at this time of +internal crisis, did not rise to the supreme sacrifice.</p> + +<p>It was just the night for a tattoo—dark and warm and still. Away across +the plain a sea of mist was rolling, cutting us off from the outside +world, and only a few pale stars lighted our stage from above.</p> + +<p>The field was hung round with Chinese lanterns throwing weird lights and +shadows over the mysterious forms of men and beasts that moved therein. +It was fascinating to watch the stately entrance into the field, +Lancers, Irish Rifles, Welsh Fusiliers,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> Grenadiers and many another +gallant regiment, each marching into the field in turn to the swing of +their own particular regimental tune until they were all drawn up in +order.</p> + +<p>There followed a very fine exhibition of riding and the usual torchlight +tricks, and then the supreme moment came. The massed bands had thundered +out the first verse of the Evening Hymn, the refrain was taken up by a +single silver trumpet far away—a sweet thin almost unearthly note more +to be felt than heard—and then the bands gathered up the whole melody +and everybody sang the last verse together.</p> + +<p>The Last Post followed, and then I think somehow we all knew.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>A week later I had a telegram from the Red Cross summoning me to London.</p> + +<p>London was a hive of ceaseless activity. Territorials were returning +from their unfinished training, every South Coast train was crowded with +Naval Reserve men who had been called up, every one was buying kits, +getting medical comforts, and living at the Army and Navy Stores. Nurses +trained <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>and untrained were besieging the War Office demanding to be +sent to the front, Voluntary Aid Detachment members were feverishly +practising their bandaging, working parties and ambulance classes were +being organized, crowds without beginning and without end were surging +up and down the pavements between Westminster and Charing Cross, wearing +little flags, buying every half-hour edition of the papers and watching +the stream of recruits at St. Martin's. All was excitement—no one knew +what was going to happen. Then the bad news began to come through from +Belgium, and every one steadied down and settled themselves to their +task of waiting or working, whichever it might happen to be.</p> + +<p>I was helping at the Red Cross Centre in Vincent Square, and all day +long there came an endless procession of women wanting to help, some +trained nurses, many—far too many—half-trained women; and a great many +raw recruits, some anxious for adventure and clamouring "to go to the +front at once," others willing and anxious to do the humblest service +that would be of use in this time of crisis.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p><p>Surely after this lesson the Bill for the State Registration of Trained +Nurses cannot be ignored or held up much longer. Even now in this +twentieth century, girls of twenty-one, nurses so-called with six +months' hospital training, somehow manage to get out to the front, +blithely undertaking to do work that taxes to its very utmost the skill, +endurance, and resource of the most highly trained women who have given +up the best years of their life to learning the principles that underlie +this most exacting of professions. For it is not only medical and +surgical nursing that is learnt in a hospital ward, it is discipline, +endurance, making the best of adverse circumstances, and above all the +knowledge of mankind. These are the qualities that are needed at the +front, and they cannot be imparted in a few bandaging classes or +instructions in First Aid.</p> + +<p>This is not a diatribe against members of Voluntary Aid Detachments. +They do not, as a rule, pretend to be what they are not, and I have +found them splendid workers in their own department. They are not +half-trained nurses but fully trained ambulance <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span>workers, ready to do +probationer's work under the fully trained sisters, or if necessary to +be wardmaid, laundress, charwoman, or cook, as the case may be. The +difficulty does not lie with them, but with the women who have a few +weeks' or months' training, who blossom out into full uniform and call +themselves Sister Rose, or Sister Mabel, and are taken at their own +valuation by a large section of the public, and manage through influence +or bluff to get posts that should only be held by trained nurses, and +generally end by bringing shame and disrepute upon the profession.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>The work in the office was diversified by a trip to Faversham with some +very keen and capable Voluntary Aid Detachment members, to help +improvise a temporary hospital for some Territorials who had gone sick. +And then my turn came for more active service. I was invited by the St. +John Ambulance to take out a party of nurses to Belgium for service +under the Belgian Red Cross Society.</p> + +<p>Very little notice was possible, everything was arranged on Saturday +afternoon of all <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>impossible afternoons to arrange anything in London, +and we were to start for Brussels at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning.</p> + +<p>On Monday afternoon I was interviewing my nurses, saying good-bye to +friends—shopping in between—wildly trying to get everything I wanted +at the eleventh hour, when suddenly a message came to say that the start +would not be to-morrow after all. Great +excitement—telephones—wires—interviews. It seemed that there was some +hitch in the arrangements at Brussels, but at last it was decided by the +St. John's Committee that I should go over alone the next day to see the +Belgian Red Cross authorities before the rest of the party were sent +off. The nurses were to follow the day after if it could be arranged, as +having been all collected in London, it was very inconvenient for them +to be kept waiting long.</p> + +<p>Early Tuesday morning saw me at Charing Cross Station. There were not +many people crossing—two well-known surgeons on their way to Belgium, +Major Richardson with his war-dogs, and a few others. A nurse going to +Antwerp, with myself, formed the only female contingent on board. It was +asserted <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>that a submarine preceded us all the way to Ostend, but as I +never get further than my berth on these occasions, I cannot vouch for +the truth of this.</p> + +<p>Ostend in the middle of August generally means a gay crowd of bathers, +Cook's tourists tripping to Switzerland and so on; but our little party +landed in silence, and anxious faces and ominous whispers met us on our +arrival on Belgian soil. It was even said that the Germans were marching +on Brussels, but this was contradicted afterwards as a sensational +canard. The Red Cross on my luggage got me through the <i>douane</i> +formalities without any trouble. I entered the almost empty train and we +went to Brussels without stopping.</p> + +<p>At first sight Brussels seemed to be <i>en fête</i>, flags were waving from +every window, Boy Scouts were everywhere looking very important, and the +whole population seemed to be in the streets. Nearly every one wore +little coloured flags or ribbons—a favourite badge was the Belgian +colours with the English and French intertwined. It did not seem +possible that war could be so near, and yet if one looked closer one saw +that many of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>the flags giving such a gay appearance were Red Cross +flags denoting that there an ambulance had been prepared for the +wounded, and the Garde Civile in their picturesque uniform were +constantly breaking up the huge crowds into smaller groups to avoid a +demonstration.</p> + +<p>The first thing to arrange was about the coming of my nurses, whether +they were really needed and if so where they were to go. I heard from +the authorities that it was highly probable that Brussels <i>would</i> be +occupied by the Germans, and that it would be best to put off their +coming, for a time at any rate. Private telegrams had long been stopped, +but an official thought he might be able to get mine through, so I sent +a long one asking that the nurses might not be sent till further notice. +As a matter of fact it never arrived, and the next afternoon I heard +that twenty-six nurses—instead of sixteen as was originally +arranged—were already on their way. There were 15,000 beds in Brussels +prepared for the reception of the wounded, and though there were not +many wounded in the city just then, the nurses would certainly all be +wanted soon if any of the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>rumours were true that we heard on all sides, +of heavy fighting in the neighbourhood, and severe losses inflicted on +the gallant little Belgian Army.</p> + +<p>It was impossible to arrange for the nurses to go straight to their work +on arrival, so it was decided that they should go to a hotel for one +night and be drafted to their various posts the next day. Anyhow, they +could not arrive till the evening, so in the afternoon I went out to the +barriers to see what resistance had been made against the possible +German occupation of Brussels. It did not look very formidable—some +barbed-wire entanglements, a great many stones lying about, and the +Gardes Civiles in their quaint old-fashioned costume guarding various +points. That was all.</p> + +<p>In due time my large family arrived and were installed at the hotel. +Then we heard, officially, that the Germans were quite near the city, +and that probably the train the nurses had come by would be the last to +get through, and this proved to be the case. <i>Affiches</i> were pasted +everywhere on the walls with the Burgomaster's message to his people:</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> +<p class='center'><span class="smcap">A Sad Hour! The Germans are at our Gates!</span></p> + +<p class='center'>PROCLAMATION OF THE BURGOMASTER OF BRUSSELS</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Citizens</span>,—In spite of the heroic resistance of our +troops, seconded by the Allied Armies, it is to be feared that the +enemy may invade Brussels.</p> + +<p>If this eventuality should take place, I hope that I may be able to +count on the calmness and steadiness of the population.</p> + +<p>Let every one keep himself free from terror—free from panic.</p> + +<p>The Communal Authorities will not desert their posts. They will +continue to exercise their functions with that firmness of purpose +that you have the right to demand from them under such grave +circumstances.</p> + +<p>I need hardly remind my fellow-citizens of their duty to their +country. The laws of war forbid the enemy to force the population +to give information as to the National Army and its method of +defence. The inhabitants of Brussels must know that they are within +their rights in refusing to give any information on this point to +the invader. This refusal is their duty in the interests of their +country.</p> + +<p>Let none of you act as a guide to the enemy.</p> + +<p>Let every one take precautions against spies and foreign agents, +who will try to gather information or provoke manifestations.</p> + +<p>The enemy cannot legitimately harm the family <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>honour nor the life +of the citizens, nor their private property, nor their philosophic +or religious convictions, nor interfere with their religious +services.</p> + +<p>Any abuse committed by the invader must be immediately reported to +me.</p> + +<p>As long as I have life and liberty, I shall protect with all my +might the dignity and rights of my fellow-citizens. I beg the +inhabitants to facilitate my task by abstaining from all acts of +hostility, all employment of arms, and by refraining from +intervention in battles or encounters.</p> + +<p>Citizens, whatever happens, listen to the voice of your Burgomaster +and maintain your confidence in him; he will not betray it.</p> + +<p>Long live Belgium free and independent!</p> + +<p>Long live Brussels!</p> + +<p class='right'><span class="smcap">Adolphe Max.</span></p></div> + +<p>All that night refugees from Louvain and Termonde poured in a steady +stream into Brussels, seeking safety. I have never seen a more pitiful +sight. Little groups of terror-stricken peasants fleeing from their +homes, some on foot, some more fortunate ones with their bits of +furniture in a rough cart drawn by a skeleton horse or a large dog. All +had babies, aged parents, or invalids with them. I realized then for the +first time what war meant. We do not know in England. God grant we never +may. It was not merely <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>rival armies fighting battles, it was +civilians—men, women, and children—losing their homes, their +possessions, their country, even their lives. This invasion of +unfortunates seemed to wake Brussels up to the fact that the German army +was indeed at her gate. Hordes of people rushed to the Gare du Nord in +the early dawn to find it entirely closed, no trains either entering or +leaving it. It was said that as much rolling-stock as was possible had +been sent to France to prevent it being taken by the Germans. There was +then a stampede to the Gare du Midi, from whence a few trains were still +leaving the city crammed to their utmost capacity.</p> + +<p>In the middle of the morning I got a telephone message from the Belgian +Red Cross that the Germans were at the barriers, and would probably +occupy Brussels in half an hour, and that all my nurses must be in their +respective posts before that time.</p> + +<p>Oh dear, what a stampede it was. I told the nurses they must leave their +luggage for the present and be ready in five minutes, and in less than +that time we left the hotel, looking more like a set of rag-and-bone men +than respectable British nursing sisters. One <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>had seized a large +portmanteau, another a bundle of clean aprons, another soap and toilet +articles; yet another provident soul had a tea-basket. I am glad that +the funny side of it did not strike me then, but in the middle of the +next night I had helpless hysterics at the thought of the spectacle we +must have presented. Mercifully no one took much notice of us—the +streets were crowded and we had difficulty in getting on in some +places—just at one corner there was a little cheer and a cry of "Vive +les Anglais!"</p> + +<p>It took a long time before my flock was entirely disposed of. It had +been arranged that several of them should work at one of the large +hospitals in Brussels where 150 beds had been set apart for the wounded, +five in another hospital at the end of the city, two in an ambulance +station in the centre of Brussels, nine were taken over to a large +fire-station that was converted into a temporary hospital with 130 beds, +and two had been promised for a private hospital outside the barriers. +It was a work of time to get the last two to their destinations; the +Germans had begun to come in by that time, and we had to wait two hours +to cross a certain <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>street that led to the hospital, as all traffic had +been stopped while the enemy entered Brussels.</p> + +<p>It was an imposing sight to watch the German troops ride in. The +citizens of Brussels behaved magnificently, but what a bitter +humiliation for them to undergo. How should we have borne it, I wonder, +if it had been London? The streets were crowded, but there was hardly a +sound to be heard, and the Germans took possession of Brussels in +silence. First the Uhlans rode in, then other cavalry, then the +artillery and infantry. The latter were dog-weary, dusty and +travel-stained—they had evidently done some forced marching. When the +order was given to halt for a few minutes, many of them lay down in the +street just as they were, resting against their packs, some too +exhausted to eat, others eating sausages out of little paper bags +(which, curiously enough, bore the name of a Dutch shop printed on the +outside) washed down with draughts of beer which many of the inhabitants +of Brussels, out of pity for their weary state, brought them from the +little drinking-houses that line the Chaussée du Nord.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p><p>The rear was brought up by Red Cross wagons and forage carts, +commissariat wagons, and all the miscellaneous kit of an army on the +march. It took thirty-six hours altogether for the army to march in and +take possession. They installed themselves in the Palais de Justice and +the Hôtel de Ville, having requisitioned beds, food and everything that +they wanted from the various hotels. Poor Madame of the Hotel X. wept +and wrung her hands over the loss of her beautiful beds. Alas, poor +Madame! The next day her husband was shot as a spy, and she cared no +longer about the beds.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, just as it got dark, I installed my last two nurses in +the little ambulance out beyond the barriers.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT</h3> + + +<p>The Germans had asked for three days to pass through the city of +Brussels; a week had passed and they showed no signs of going. The first +few days more and more German soldiers poured in—dirty, footsore, and +for the most part utterly worn out. At first the people of Brussels +treated them with almost unnecessary kindness—buying them cake and +chocolate, treating them to beer, and inviting them into their houses to +rest—but by the end of the week these civilities ceased.</p> + +<p>Tales of the German atrocities began to creep in—stories of Liège and +Louvain were circulated from mouth to mouth, and doubtless lost nothing +by being repeated.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 640px;"> +<img src="images/map1.jpg" width="640" height="410" alt="MAP OF BELGIUM" title="Map of Belgium" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span></p> +<p>There was no <i>real</i> news at all. Think how cut off we were—certainly it +was nothing in comparison with what it was afterwards—but we could +not know that then—and anyway we learnt to accommodate ourselves to the +lack of news by degrees. Imagine a Continental capital suddenly without +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>newspapers, without trains, telephones, telegraphs; all that we had +considered up to now essentials of civilized life. Personally, I heard a +good deal of Belgian news, one way and another, as I visited all my +flock each day in their various hospitals and ambulances stationed in +every part of the city.</p> + +<p>The hospital that we had to improvise at the fire-station was one of the +most interesting pieces of work we had to do in Brussels. There were 130 +beds altogether in six large wards, and the Sisters had to sleep at +first in one, later in two large dormitories belonging to firemen absent +on active service. The firemen who were left did all the cooking +necessary for the nursing staff and patients, and were the most charming +of men, leaving nothing undone that could augment the Sisters' comfort.</p> + +<p>It is a great strain on temper and endurance for women to work and sleep +and eat together in such close quarters, and on <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>the whole they stood +the test well. In a very few days the fire-station was transformed into +a hospital, and one could tell the Sisters with truth that the wards +looked <i>almost</i> like English ones. Alas and alas! At the end of the week +the Germans put in eighty soldiers with sore feet, who had over-marched, +and the glorious vision of nursing Tommy Atkins at the front faded into +the prosaic reality of putting hundreds of cold compresses on German +feet, that they might be ready all the sooner to go out and kill our +men. War is a queer thing!!</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>On the following Tuesday afternoon the Burgomaster of Charleroi came +into Brussels in an automobile asking for nurses and bringing with him a +permit for this purpose from the German authorities. Charleroi, which +was now also in German hands, was in a terrible state, and most of the +city burnt down to the ground. It was crammed with wounded—both French +and German—every warehouse and cottage almost were full of them, and +they were very short of trained people.</p> + +<p>The Central Red Cross Bureau sent a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>message, asking if three of us +would go back with him. <i>Would we!</i> Was it not the chance we had been +longing for. In ten minutes Sister Elsie, Sister Grace and I were in +that automobile speeding to Charleroi. I had packed quickly into a +portmanteau all I thought I was likely to want in the way of uniform and +other clothing, with a few medical comforts for the men, and a little +tea and cocoa for ourselves. The two Sisters had done likewise—so we +were rather horrified when we got to Hal, where we had to change +automobiles, the Burgomaster said he could not possibly take any of our +luggage, as we must get into quite a small car—the big one having to +return to Brussels. He assured us that our things would be sent on in a +few days—so back to Brussels went my portmanteau with all my clean +aprons and caps and everything else, and I did not see it again for +nearly a week. But such is war!</p> + +<p>We waited nearly an hour at Hal while our German permits were examined, +and then went off in the small car. It was heart-breaking to see the +scenes of desolation as we passed along the road. Jumet—the +working-class suburb of Charleroi—was en<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>tirely burnt down, there did +not seem to be one house left intact. It is indeed terrible when +historic and consecrated buildings such as those at Louvain and Rheims +are burnt down, but in a way it is more pathetic to see these poor +little cottages destroyed, that must have meant so much to their owners, +and it makes one's heart ache to see among the crumbling ruins the +remains of a baby's perambulator, or the half-burnt wires of an old +four-post bed. Probably the inhabitants of Jumet had all fled, as there +was no one to be seen as we went through the deserted village, except +some German sentries pacing up and down.</p> + +<p>Parts of Charleroi were still burning as we got to it, and a terrible +acrid smoke pervaded everything. Here the poorer streets were spared, +and it was chiefly the rich shops and banks and private houses that had +been destroyed. Charleroi was the great Birmingham of Belgium—coal-pits +all round, with many great iron and steel works, now of course all idle, +and most of the owners entirely ruined. The town was absolutely crammed +with German troops as we passed through; it had now been occupied for +two <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>or three days and was being used as a great military depot.</p> + +<p>But Charleroi was not to be our final destination—we went on a few more +kilometres along the Beaumont road, and drew up at a fairly large +building right out in the country. It was a hospital that had been three +parts built ten years ago, then abandoned for some reason and never +finished. Now it was being hastily fitted up as a Red Cross hospital, +and stretcher after stretcher of wounded—both French and German—were +being brought in as we arrived.</p> + +<p>The confusion that reigned within was indescribable. There were some +girls there who had attended first-aid lectures, and they were doing +their best; but there were no trained nurses and no one particularly in +command. The German doctor had already gone, one of the Belgian doctors +was still working there, but he was absolutely worn out and went off +before long, as he had still cases to attend to in the town before he +went to his well-earned bed. He carried off the two Sisters with him, +till the morning, and I was left alone with two or three Red Cross +damsels to face the night. It is a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>dreadful nightmare to look back at. +Blood-stained uniforms hastily cut off the soldiers were lying on the +floor—half-open packets of dressings were on every locker; basins of +dirty water or disinfectant had not been emptied; men were moaning with +pain, calling for water, begging that their dressings might be done +again; and several new cases just brought in were requiring urgent +attention. And the cannon never ceased booming. I was not accustomed to +it then, and each crash meant to me rows of men mown down—maimed or +killed. I soon learnt that comparatively few shells do any damage, +otherwise there would soon be no men left at all. In time, too, one gets +so accustomed to cannon that one hardly hears it, but I had not arrived +at that stage then: this was my baptism of fire.</p> + +<p>Among the other miseries of that night was the dreadful shortage of all +hospital supplies, and the scarcity of food for the men. There was a +little coffee which they would have liked, but there was no possibility +of hot water. The place had been hastily fitted up with electric light, +and the kitchen <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>was arranged for steam cooking, so there was not even a +gas-jet to heat anything on. I had a spirit-lamp and methylated spirit +in my portmanteau, but, as I said, my luggage had been all wafted away +at Hal.</p> + +<p>But the night wore away somehow, and with the morning light came plans +of organization and one saw how things could be improved in many ways, +and the patients made more comfortable. The hospital was a place of +great possibilities in some ways; its position standing almost at the +top of a high hill in its own large garden was ideal, and the air was +gloriously bracing, but little of it reached the poor patients as +unfortunately the Germans had issued a proclamation forbidding any +windows to be open, in case, it was said, anyone should fire from +them—and as we were all prisoners in their hands, we had to do as we +were bid.</p> + +<p>At nine o'clock the Belgian doctor and the German commandant appeared, +and I went off with the former to help with an amputation of arm, in one +of the little temporary ambulances in the town of M——, three +kilometres away. The building had been a little dark shop and not very +convenient, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>and if the patient had not been so desperately ill, he +would have been moved to Charleroi for his operation. He was a French +tirailleur—a lad about twenty, his right arm had been severely injured +by shrapnel several days before, and was gangrenous right up to the +shoulder. He was unconscious and moaning slightly at intervals, but he +stood the operation very well, and we left him fairly comfortable when +we had to return to the hospital.</p> + +<p>We got back about twelve, which is the hour usually dedicated to +patients' dinner, but it was impossible to find anything to eat except +potatoes. We sent everywhere to get some meat, but without success, +though in a day or two we got some kind of dark meat which I thought +must be horse. (Now from better acquaintance with ancient charger, I +know it to have been so.) There was just a little milk that was reserved +for the illest patients, no butter or bread. I was beginning to feel +rather in need of food myself by that time. There had been, of course, +up to then no time to bother about my own meals, and I had had nothing +since breakfast the day before, that is about <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>thirty hours ago, except +a cup of coffee which I had begged from the concierge before starting +with the doctor for the amputation case.</p> + +<p>Well, there was nothing to eat and only the dirtiest old woman in all +the world to cook it, but at three o'clock we managed to serve the +patients with an elegant dish of underdone lentils for the first course, +and overdone potatoes for the second, and partook ourselves gratefully +thereof, after they had finished. In the afternoon of that day a meeting +of the Red Cross Committee was held at the hospital, and I was sent for +and formally installed as Matron of the hospital with full authority to +make any improvements I thought necessary, and with the stipulation that +I might have two or three days' leave every few weeks, to go and visit +my scattered flock in Brussels. The appointment had to be made subject +to the approval of the German commandant, but apparently he made no +objection—at any rate I never heard of any.</p> + +<p>And then began a very happy time for me, in spite of many difficulties +and disappointments. I can never tell the goodness of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>the Committee and +the Belgian doctor to me, and their kindness in letting me introduce all +our pernickety English ways to which they were not accustomed, won my +gratitude for ever. Never were Sisters so loyal and unselfish as mine. +The first part of the time they were overworked and underfed, and no +word of grumbling or complaint was ever heard from them. They worked +from morning till night and got the hospital into splendid order. The +Committee were good enough to allow me to keep the best of the Red Cross +workers as probationers and to forbid entrance to the others. We had +suffered so much at their hands before this took place, that I was truly +grateful for this permission as no discipline or order was possible with +a large number of young girls constantly rushing in and out, sitting on +patients' beds, meddling with dressings, and doing all kinds of things +they shouldn't.</p> + +<p>I am sure that no hospital ever had nicer patients than ours were. The +French patients, though all severely wounded and prisoners in the hands +of the Germans, bore their troubles cheerfully, even gaily. We <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>had a +great variety of regiments represented in the hospital: Tirailleurs, +Zouaves, one Turco from Algeria—our big good-natured Adolphe—soldiers +from Paris, from Brittany and from Normandy, especially from Calvados. +The German soldiers, too, behaved quite well, and were very grateful for +everything done for them—mercifully we had no officers. We had not +separate rooms for them—French and German soldiers lay side by side in +the public wards.</p> + +<p>One of the most harrowing things during that time was the way all the +Belgians were watching for the English troops to deliver them from the +yoke of their oppressor. Every day, many times a day, when German rules +got more and more stringent and autocratic, and fresh tales of +unnecessary harshness and cruelty were circulated, they would say over +and over again, "Where are the English? If only the English would come!" +Later they got more bitter and we heard, "Why don't the English come and +help us as they promised? If only the English would come, it would be +all right." And so on, till I almost felt as if I could not bear it any +longer. One morning some one came <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>in and said English soldiers had been +seen ten kilometres away. We heard the sound of distant cannon in a new +direction, and watched and waited, hoping to see the English ride in. +But some one must have mistaken the German khaki for ours, for no +English were ever near that place. There was no news of what was really +happening in the country, no newspapers ever got through, and we had +nothing to go upon but the German <i>affiches</i> proclaiming victories +everywhere, the German trains garlanded with laurels and faded roses, +marked "Destination—Paris," and the large batches of French prisoners +that were constantly marched through the town. An inscription written +over a doorway in Charleroi amused us rather: "Vive Guillaume II, roi de +l'univers." Not yet, not yet, William.</p> + +<p>Later on the Belgians issued a wonderful little newspaper at irregular +intervals of three or four days, typewritten and passed from hand to +hand. The most amazing news was published in it, which we always firmly +believed, till it was contradicted in the next issue. I collected two or +three copies of this paper as a curiosity, but un<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>fortunately lost them +later on, with all my papers and luggage. One or two items I remember +quite well. One gave a vivid account of how the Queen of Holland had +killed her husband because he had allowed the Germans to pass through +Maestricht; another even more circumstantial story was that England had +declared war on Holland, Holland had submitted at once, and England +imposed many stringent conditions, of which I only remember two. One +was, that all her trade with Germany should cease at once; secondly, +that none of her lighthouses should show light at night.</p> + +<p>One of the German surgeons who used to operate at our hospital was +particularly ingenious in inventing tortures for me; I used to have to +help him in his operations, and he would recount to me with gusto how +the English had retreated from Mons, how the Germans were getting nearer +and nearer to Paris, how many English killed, wounded and prisoners +there were, and so on. One morning he began about the Fleet and said +that a great battle was going on in the North Sea, and going very badly +for the English. I had two brothers fighting in <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>the North Sea of whom I +had no news since the war began, and I could bear it no longer, but fled +from the operating-room.</p> + +<p>Charleroi and its neighbourhood was just one large German camp, its +position on the railway making it a particularly valuable base for them. +The proclamations and rules for the behaviour of the inhabitants became +daily more and more intolerant. It was forbidden to lock the door, or +open the window, or pull down the blinds, or allow your dog out of the +house; all German officers were to be saluted—and if there was any +doubt, any German soldier was to be saluted, and so on, day after day. +One really funny one I wish I could reproduce. It forbade anyone to +"wear a menacing look" but it did not say who was to be the judge of +this look.</p> + +<p>Every one was too restless and unhappy to settle to anything, all the +most important shops were burnt down, and very few of those that were +left were open. The whole population seemed to spend all their time in +the street waiting for something to happen. Certainly the Germans seem +to have had a special "down" on Charleroi and its neighbourhood, so many +villages in its vicinity <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>were burnt down and most abominable cruelties +practised on its inhabitants. The peasants who were left were simply +terrorized, as no doubt the Germans meant them to be, and a white flag +hung from nearly every cottage window denoting complete submission. In +one village some German soldier wrote in chalk on the door of a house +where he had been well received, "Güte Leute hier," and these poor +people got chalk and tried to copy the difficult German writing on every +door in the street. I am afraid that did not save them, however, when +their turn came. It was the utter ruthlessness and foresight with which +every contingency was prepared for that appalled me and made me realize +what a powerful enemy we were up against. Everything was thought out +down to the last detail and must have been prepared months beforehand. +Even their wagons for transport were all painted the same slate-grey +colour, while the English and Belgians were using any cart they could +commandeer in the early days, as I afterwards saw in a German camp +Pickford's vans and Lyons' tea carts that they had captured from us. +Even their postal arrangements <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>were complete; we saw their grey +"Feld-Post" wagons going to and fro quite at the beginning of the war.</p> + +<p>Several people in Charleroi told me that the absolute system and +organization of destruction frightened them more than the actual fire +itself. Every German soldier had a little hatchet, and when Charleroi +was fired, they simply went down the street as if they had been drilled +to it for months, cutting a square hole in the panel of each door, and +throwing a ball of celluloid filled with benzine inside. This exploded +and set the house on fire, and later on the soldiers would return to see +if it was burning well. They were entirely indifferent as to whether +anyone were inside or not, as the following incident, which came under +my notice, will show. Two English Red Cross Sisters were working at an +ambulance in Charleroi, and lodging with some people in the centre of +the city. When the town was being burnt they asked leave to go and try +to save some of their possessions. They arrived at the house, however, +and found it entirely burnt down, and all their things destroyed. They +were returning rather sorrowfully to their hospital <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>when an old woman +accosted them and told them that a woman with a new-born infant was +lying in bed in one of the burning houses.</p> + +<p>The house was not burning badly, and they got into it quite easily and +found the woman lying in bed with her little infant beside her, almost +out of her wits with terror, but too weak to move. The nurses found they +could not manage alone, so went down into the street to find a man. They +found, after some trouble, a man who had only one arm and got him to +help them take the woman to the hospital. One of the nurses was carrying +the baby, the other with the one-armed man was supporting the mother, +when the German soldiers fired at the little party, and the one-armed +man fell bleeding at the side of the road. The Sisters were obliged to +leave him for the moment, and went on with the mother and infant to the +hospital, got a stretcher and came back and fetched the man and brought +him also to the hospital. It was only a flesh wound in the shoulder and +he made a good recovery, but what a pitiful little group to waste +ammunition on—a newly confined mother <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>and her infant, two Red Cross +Sisters and a crippled man.</p> + +<p>One can only imagine that they were drunk when they did these kind of +things, for individually the German soldier is generally a decent +fellow, though some of the Prussian officers are unspeakable. Discipline +is very severe and the soldiers are obliged to carry out orders without +troubling themselves about rights and wrongs. It is curious that very +few German soldiers know why they are fighting, and they are always told +such wonderful stories of German victories that they think the war will +soon be over. When they arrived at Charleroi, for instance, they were +told they were at Charleville, and nearly all our wounded German +soldiers thought they were already in France. They also thought Paris +was already taken and London in flames. It hardly seems worth while to +lie to them in this way, for they are bound to find out the truth sooner +or later.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS</h3> + + +<p>After we had had a long week of night and day work, two more of my +nurses suddenly turned up at the hospital. They had most unexpectedly +got a message that I had sent in by hand to Brussels, begging for nurses +and saying how hard pressed we were, and had got permission to come out +in a Red Cross motor-ambulance. I was, of course, delighted to see them, +and with their help we soon settled down into the ordinary routine of +hospital life, and forgot we were prisoners under strict supervision, +having all kinds of tiresome rules and regulations to keep.</p> + +<p>The question of supplies was a very difficult one from the first. We +were short of everything, very short of dressings, chloroform and all +kinds of medical supplies, and especially (even worse in one way) very +short of hospital <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>linen such as sheets and towels and shirts and +drawers, and we had the greatest difficulty in getting anyone to come +and wash for us. One might have thought that with almost every one out +of work, there would have been no lack of women; but the hospital was a +long way from the nearest town and I suppose they were afraid to come; +also, of course, many, very many, had had their houses burnt, lost their +all and fled away. The food question was a very difficult one also. We +had to live just from day to day and be thankful for small mercies. +Naturally for ourselves it would not have mattered at all, but it <i>did</i> +matter very much for our poor patients, who were nearly all very ill. +Meat was always difficult often impossible to get, and at first there +was no bread, which, personally, I missed more than anything else; +afterwards we got daily rations of this. Butter there was none; eggs and +milk very scarce, only just enough for the very severely wounded. +Potatoes and lentils we had in great quantities, and on that diet one +would never starve, though it was not an ideal one for sick men.</p> + +<p>I remember one morning when we had only <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>potatoes for the men's dinner; +the cook had just peeled an immense bucket of them and was putting them +on to boil when some German soldiers came and took the lot, and this so +infuriated the cook that we had to wait hours before we could get +another lot prepared and cooked for the patients' dinner. The +water-supply was another of our difficulties. All the watercourses in +the neighbourhood were polluted with dead bodies of men and horses and +no water was fit to drink. There was a horrible, greenish, foul-smelling +stream near the hospital, which I suppose eventually found its way into +the river, and it sickened me to imagine what we were drinking, even +though it was well boiled.</p> + +<p>It was very hot weather and the men all dreadfully thirsty. There was +one poor Breton soldier dying of septicæmia, who lay in a small room off +the large ward. He used to shriek to every passer-by to give him drink, +and no amount of water relieved his raging thirst. That voice calling +incessantly night and day, "A boire, à boire!" haunted me long after he +was dead. The taste of long-boiled water is flat and nasty, so we made +weak decoctions of camomile-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>tea for the men, which they seemed to like +very much. We let it cool, and kept a jug of it on each locker so that +they could help themselves whenever they liked.</p> + +<p>Some of the ladies of the town were very kind indeed in bringing in wine +and little delicacies for our sick, and for ourselves, too, sometimes. +We were very grateful to them for all their kindness in the midst of +their own terrible trouble and anxieties.</p> + +<p>All the first ten days the cannon boomed without ceasing; by degrees it +got more distant, and we knew the forts of Maubeuge were being bombarded +by the famous German howitzers, which used to shake the hospital to its +foundations. The French soldiers in the wards soon taught us to +distinguish the sounds of the different cannon. In a few days we knew as +well as they did whether it was French or German artillery firing.</p> + +<p>Our hospital was on the main Beaumont road, and in the midst of our work +we would sometimes glance out and watch the enormous reinforcements of +troops constantly being sent up. Once we saw a curious sight. Two large +motor-omnibuses with "Leipziger lokal-anzeiger" painted on their <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>side +went past, each taking about twenty-five German Béguine nuns to the +battlefield, the contrast between this very modern means of transport +and the archaic appearance of the nuns in their mediæval dress was very +striking.</p> + +<p>Suddenly one Sunday morning the cannonading ceased—there was dead +silence—Maubeuge was taken, and the German army passed on into France. +It is difficult to explain the desolating effect when the cannon +suddenly ceases. At first one fears and hates it, then one gets +accustomed to it and one feels at least <i>something is being done</i>—there +is still a chance. When it ceases altogether there is a sense of utter +desertion, as if all hope had been given up.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>On the morning of September 1 the German commandant suddenly appeared in +the wards at 7 o'clock, and said that all the German wounded were going +to be sent off to Germany at once, and that wagons would be coming in an +hour's time to take them to the station. We had several men who were not +fit to travel, amongst them a soldier who had had his leg amputated only +twelve <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>hours before. I ought to have learnt by that time the futility +of argument with a German official, but I pleaded very hard that a few +of the men might be left till they were a little better able to stand +the journey, for there is no nationality among wounded, and we could not +bear even German patients to undergo unnecessary suffering. But my +remonstrances were quite in vain, and one could not help wondering what +would become of <i>our</i> wounded if the Germans treated their own so +harshly. I heard from other ambulances that it was their experience as +well as mine that the lightly wounded were very well looked after, but +the severely wounded were often very inconsiderately treated. They were +no longer any use as fighting machines and only fit for the scrap-heap. +It is all part of the German system. They are out for one purpose only, +that is to win—and they go forward with this one end in +view—everything else, including the care of the wounded, is a +side-issue and must be disregarded and sacrificed if necessary.</p> + +<p>We prepared the men as well as we could for the long ride in the wagons +that must precede the still longer train journey. Once <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>on the +ambulance-train, however, they would be well looked after; it was the +jolting on the country road I feared for many of them. None of us were +permitted to accompany them to Charleroi station, but the driver of one +of the wagons told me afterwards that the man with the amputated leg had +been taken out dead at the station, as he had had a severe hæmorrhage on +the way, which none of his comrades knew how to treat. He also told us +that all the big hospitals at Charleroi were evacuating their German +wounded, and that he had seen two other men taken out of carts quite +dead. We took this to mean very good news for us, thinking that the +Germans must have had a severe reverse to be taking away their wounded +in such a hurry. So we waited and hoped, but as usual nothing happened +and there was no news.</p> + +<p>We had a very joyful free sort of feeling at having got rid of the +German patients. The French soldiers began to sing The Marseillaise as +soon as they had gone, but we were obliged to stop them as we feared the +German doctor or commandant, who were often prowling about, might hear. +Losing so many patients <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>made the work much lighter for the time being, +and about this time, too, several of the severely wounded men died. They +had suffered so frightfully that it was a great relief when they died +and were at rest. The curé of the parish church was so good to them, +never minding how many times a day he toiled up that long hill in the +blazing sunshine, if he could comfort some poor soul, or speed them on +their way fortified with the last rites of the Church.</p> + +<p>One poor Breton soldier could not bear the thought of being buried +without a coffin—he spoke about it for days before he died, till Madame +D——, a lady living in the town to whom we owe countless acts of +kindness, promised that she would provide a coffin, so the poor lad died +quite happily and peacefully, and the coffin and a decent funeral were +provided in due course, though, of course, he was not able to have a +soldier's funeral. Some of these poor French soldiers were dreadfully +homesick—most of them were married, and some were fathers of families +who had to suddenly leave their peaceful occupations to come to the war. +Jules, a dapper little pastrycook with pink <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>cheeks and bright black +eyes, had been making a batch of tarts when his summons had come. And he +was much better suited to making tarts than to fighting, poor little +man, for he was utterly unnerved by what he had gone through, and used +to have dreadful fits of crying and sobbing which it was very difficult +to stop.</p> + +<p>Some of the others, and especially the Zouaves, one could not imagine in +any other profession than that of soldiering. How jolly and cheerful +they were, always making the best of everything, and when the German +patients had gone we really had time to nurse them and look after them +properly. Those who were able for the exertion were carried out to the +garden, and used to lie under the pear-trees telling each other +wonderful stories of what they had been through, and drinking in fresh +health and strength every day from the beautiful breeze that we had on +the very hottest days up on our hill. We had to guard them very +carefully while they were in the garden, however, for if one man had +tried to escape the hospital would have been burnt down and the +officials probably shot. So two orderlies <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>and two Red Cross +probationers were always on duty there, and I think they enjoyed it as +much as the men.</p> + +<p>Suddenly a fresh thunderbolt fell.</p> + +<p>One Sunday morning the announcement was made that every French patient +was to go to Germany on Monday morning at eight.</p> + +<p>We were absolutely in despair. We had one man actually dying, several +others who must die before long, eight or ten who were very severely +wounded in the thigh and quite unable to move, two at least who were +paralysed, many who had not set foot out of bed and were not fit to +travel—we had not forgotten the amputation case of a few days before, +who was taken out dead at Charleroi station. I was so absolutely +miserable about it that I persuaded the Belgian doctor to go to the +commandant, and beg that the worst cases might be left to us, which he +very pluckily did, but without the slightest effect—they must all go, +ill or well, fit or unfit. After all the German patients were returning +to their own country and people, but these poor French soldiers were +going ill and wounded as prisoners to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>suffer and perhaps die in an +enemy's country—an enemy who knew no mercy.</p> + +<p>I could hardly bear to go into the wards at all that day, and busied +myself with seeing about their clothes. Here was a practical +illustration of the difference in equipment between the German and +French soldiers. The German soldiers came in well equipped, with money +in their pockets and all they needed with them. Their organization was +perfect, and they were prepared for the war; the French were not. When +they arrived at the hospital their clothes had been cut off them anyhow, +with jagged rips and splits by the untrained Red Cross girls. Trained +ambulance workers are always taught to cut by the seam when possible. +Many had come without a cap, some without a great-coat, some without +boots; all had to be got ready somehow. The hospital was desperately +short of supplies—we simply could not give them all clean shirts and +drawers as we longed to do. The trousers were our worst problem, hardly +any of them were fit to put on. We had a few pairs of grey and black +striped trousers, the kind a superior shopman might wear, but we were +afraid to give those <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>to the men as we thought the Germans would think +they were going to try to escape if they appeared in civil trousers, and +might punish them severely. So we mended up these remnants of French red +pantaloons as best we could. One man we <i>had</i> to give civil trousers as +he had only a few shreds of pantaloon left, and these he promised to +carry in his hand to show that he really could not put them on.</p> + +<p>The men were laughing and joking and teasing one another about their +garments, but my heart was as heavy as lead. I simply could not <i>bear</i> +to let the worst cases go. One or two of the Committee came up and we +begged them to try what they could do with the commandant, but they said +it was not the least use, and from what I had seen myself, I had to +confess that I did not think it would be. The patient I was most unhappy +about was a certain French count we had in the hospital. He had been +shot through the back at the battle of Nalinnes, and was three days on +the battlefield before he was picked up. Now he lay dying in a little +side room off the ward. The least movement caused him acute agony, even +the pillow <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>had to be moved an inch at a time before it could be turned, +and it took half an hour to change his shirt. The doctor had said in the +morning he could not last another forty-eight hours. But if he was alive +the next morning he would be put in those horrible springless carts, and +jolted, jolted down to the station, taken out and transferred to a +shaky, vibrating train, carrying him far away into Germany.</p> + +<p>Mercifully he died very peacefully in his sleep that evening, and we +were all very thankful that the end should have come a little earlier +than was expected.</p> + +<p>Late that night came a message that the men were not to start till +midday, so we got them all dressed somehow by eleven. All had had bad +nights, nearly all had temperatures, and they looked very poor things +when they were dressed; even fat, jolly Adolphe looked pale and subdued. +We had not attempted to do anything with the bad bed cases; if they +<i>must</i> go they must just go wrapped up in their blankets. But we +unexpectedly got a reprieve. A great German chief came round that +morning, accompanied by the German doctor and German comman<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>dant, and +gave the order that the very bad cases were to remain for the present. I +cannot say how thankful we were for this respite and so were the men. +Poor Jules, who was very weak from pain and high temperature, turned to +the wall and cried from pure relief.</p> + +<p>At 11.30 the patients had their dinner—we tried to give them a good one +for the last—and then every moment we expected the wagons to come. We +waited and waited till at length we began to long for them to come and +get the misery of it over. At last they arrived, and we packed our +patients into it as comfortably as we could on the straw. Each had a +parcel with a little money and a few delicacies our ever-generous Madame +D—— had provided. It was terrible to think of some of these poor men +in their shoddy uniforms, without an overcoat, going off to face a long +German winter.</p> + +<p>So we said good-bye with smiles and tears and thanks and salutations. +And the springless wagons jolted away over the rough road, and +fortunately we had our bad cases to occupy our thoughts. An order came +to prepare at once for some more wounded who <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>might be coming in at any +time, so we started at once to get ready for any emergency. The beds +were disinfected and made up with our last clean sheets and +pillow-cases, and the wards scrubbed, when there was a shout from some +one that they were bringing in wounded at the hospital gate. We looked +out and true enough there were stretchers being brought in. I went along +to the operating theatre to see that all was ready there in case of +necessity, when I heard shrieks and howls of joy, and turned round and +there were all our dear men back again, and they, as well as the entire +staff, were half mad with delight. They were all so excited, talking at +once, one could hardly make out what had happened; but at last I made +one of them tell me quietly. It appeared that when the wagons got down +to Charleroi station, the men were unloaded and put on stretchers, and +were about to be carried into the station when an officer came and +pointed a pistol at them (why, no one knew, for they were only obeying +orders), and said they were to wait. So they waited there outside the +station for a long time, guarded by a squad of German soldiers, and at +last were told <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>that the train to Germany was already full and that they +must return to the hospital. They all had to be got back into bed (into +our disinfected beds, with the last of the clean sheets!) and fed and +their dressings done, and so on, and they were so excited that it took a +long time before they could settle down for the night. But it was a very +short reprieve, for the next day they had to go off again and there was +no coming back this time.</p> + +<p>I often think of those poor lads in Germany and wonder what has become +of them, and if those far-off mothers all think their sons are dead. If +so, what a joyful surprise some of them will have some day—after the +war.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS</h3> + + +<p>This seemed a favourable moment for me to go to Brussels for a day or +two to visit my flock. The Committee gave me leave to go, but begged me +to be back in two days, which I promised to do. A <i>laissez-passer</i> had +been obtained from the German commandant for a Red Cross automobile to +go into Brussels to fetch some supplies of dressings and bandages of +which all the hospitals in the neighbourhood were woefully short. And I +was also graciously accorded a ticket of leave by the same august +authority to go for two days, which might be extended to three according +to the length of stay of the automobile.</p> + +<p>The night before I left, an aeroplane which had been flying very high +above the town dropped some papers. The doctor with whom I was lodging +secured one and brought it <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>back triumphantly. It contained a message +from the Burgomaster of Antwerp to his fellow-citizens, and ended thus: +"Courage, fellow-citizens, in a fortnight our country will be delivered +from the enemy."</p> + +<p>We were all absurdly cheered by this message, and felt that it was only +a matter of a short time now before the Germans were driven out of +Belgium. We had had no news for so long that we thought probably the +Antwerp Burgomaster had information of which we knew nothing, and I was +looking forward to hearing some good news when I got to Brussels.</p> + +<p>I found Brussels very much changed since I had left it some weeks +before. Then it was in a fever of excitement, now it was in the chill of +dark despair. German rule was firmly established, and was growing daily +more harsh and humiliating for its citizens. Everything was done to +Germanize the city, military automobiles were always dashing through, +their hooters playing the notes of the Emperor's salute, Belgian +automobiles that had been requisitioned whirred up and down the streets +filled with German officers' wives and children, German time was kept,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +German money was current coin, and every café and confectioner's shop +was always crowded with German soldiers. Every day something new was +forbidden. Now it was taking photographs—the next day no cyclist was +allowed to ride, and any cyclist in civil dress might be shot at sight, +and so on. The people were only <i>just</i> kept in hand by their splendid +Burgomaster, M. Max, but more than once it was just touch and go whether +he would be able to restrain them any longer.</p> + +<p>What made the people almost more angry than anything else was the loss +of their pigeons, as many of the Belgians are great pigeon fanciers and +have very valuable birds. Another critical moment was when they were +ordered to take down all the Belgian flags. Up to that time the Belgian +flag, unlike every other town that the Germans had occupied, had floated +bravely from nearly every house in Brussels. M. Max had issued a +proclamation encouraging the use of it early in the war. Now this was +forbidden as it was considered an insult to the Germans. Even the Red +Cross flag was forbidden except on the German military hospitals, and I +thought Brussels looked indeed a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>melancholy city as we came in from +Charleroi that morning in torrents of rain in the Red Cross car.</p> + +<p>My first business was to go round and visit all my nurses. I found most +of them very unhappy because they had no work. All the patients had been +removed from the fire-station hospital and nearly all the private +hospitals and ambulances were empty too. It was said that Germans would +rather have all their wounded die than be looked after by Englishwomen, +and there were dreadful stories afloat which I cannot think any German +believed, of English nurses putting out the eyes of the German wounded. +Altogether there were a good many English Sisters and doctors in +Brussels—three contingents sent out by the Order of St. John of +Jerusalem, to which we belonged, a large unit sent by the British Red +Cross Society, and a good many sent out privately. It certainly was not +worth while for more than a hundred English nurses to remain idle in +Brussels, and the only thing to do now was to get them back to England +as soon as possible. In the meantime a few of them took the law into +their own hands, and slipped <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>away without a passport, and got back to +England safely by unofficial means.</p> + +<p>The second afternoon I was in Brussels I received a note from one of my +nurses who had been sent to Tirlemont in my absence by the Belgian Red +Cross Society. The contents of the note made me very anxious about her, +and I determined to go and see her if possible. I had some Belgian +acquaintances who had come from that direction a few days before, and I +went to ask their advice as to how I should set about it. They told me +the best way, though rather the longest, was to go first to Mâlines and +then on to Tirlemont from there, and the only possible way of getting +there was to walk, as they had done a few days previously, and trust to +getting lifts in carts. There had been no fighting going on when they +had passed, and they thought I should get through all right.</p> + +<p>So I set out very early in the morning accompanied by another Sister, +carrying a little basket with things for one or two nights. I did not +ask for any <i>laissez-passer</i>, knowing well enough that it would not be +granted. We were lucky enough to get a tram the first <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>part of the way, +laden with peasants who had been in to Brussels to sell country produce +to the German army, and then we set out on our long walk. It was a +lovely late September morning, and the country looked so peaceful one +could hardly believe that a devastating war was going on. Our way led +first through a park, then through a high-banked lane all blue with +scabious, and then at last we got on to a main road, when the owner of a +potato cart crawling slowly along, most kindly gave us a long lift on +our way.</p> + +<p>We then walked straight along the Mâlines road, and I was just remarking +to my companion that it was odd we should not have met a single German +soldier, when we came into a village that was certainly full of them. It +was about 11 o'clock and apparently their dinner hour, for they were all +hurrying out of a door with cans full of appetizing stew in their hands. +They took no notice of us and we walked on, but very soon came to a +sandy piece of ground where a good many soldiers were entrenched and +where others were busily putting up barbed-wire entanglements. They +looked at us rather curiously <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>but did not stop us, and we went on. +Suddenly we came to a village where a hot skirmish was going on, two +Belgian and German outposts had met. Some mitrailleuses were there in +the field beside us, and the sound of rifle fire was crackling in the +still autumn air. There was nothing to do but to go forward, so we went +on through the village, and presently saw four German soldiers running +up the street. It is not a pretty sight to see men running away. These +men were livid with terror and gasping with deep breaths as they ran. +One almost brushed against me as he passed, and then stopped for a +moment, and I thought he was going to shoot us. But in a minute they +went on towards the barbed-wire barricades and we made our way up the +village street. Bullets were whistling past now, and every one was +closing their shops and putting up their shutters. Several people were +taking refuge behind a manure heap, and we went to join them, but the +proprietor came out and said we must not stay there as it was dangerous +for him. He advised us to go to the hotel, so we went along the street +until we reached it, but it was not a very pleasant walk, as <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>bullets +were flying freely and the mitrailleuse never stopped going pom-pom-pom.</p> + +<p>We found the hotel closed when we got to it, and the people absolutely +refused to let us come in, so we stood in the road for a few minutes, +not knowing which way to go. Then a Red Cross doctor saw us, and came +and told us to get under cover at once. We explained that we desired +nothing better, but that the hotel was shut, so he very kindly took us +to a convent near by. It was a convent of French nuns who had been +expelled from France and come to settle in this little village, and when +they heard who we were they were perfectly charming to us, bringing +beautiful pears from their garden and offering to keep us for the night. +We could not do that, however, it might have brought trouble on them; +but we rested half an hour and then made up our minds to return to +Brussels. We could not go forward as the Mâlines road was blocked with +soldiers, and we were afraid we could not get back the way we had come, +past the barbed-wire barricades, but the nuns told us of a little lane +at the back of their convent which led to the high road to Brussels, +about fifteen miles distant.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> We went down this lane for about an hour, +and then came to a road where four roads met, just as the nuns had said. +I did not know which road to take, so asked a woman working outside the +farm. She spoke Flemish, of which I only know a few words, and either I +misunderstood her, or she thought we were German Sisters, for she +pointed to another lane at the left which we had not noticed, and we +thought it was another short cut to Brussels.</p> + +<p>We had only gone a few yards down this lane when we met a German sentry +who said "Halt!" We were so accustomed to them that we did not take much +notice, and I just showed my Red Cross brassard as I had been accustomed +to do in Charleroi when stopped. This had the German eagle stamped on it +as well as the Belgian Red Cross stamp. The man saluted and let us pass. +<i>Now</i> I realize that he too thought we were German Sisters.</p> + +<p>We went on calmly down the lane and in two minutes we fell into a whole +German camp. There were tents and wagons and cannon and camp fires, and +thousands of soldiers. I saw some carts there which they <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>must have +captured from the English bearing the familiar names of "Lyons' Tea" and +"Pickford" vans! An officer came up and asked in German what we wanted. +I replied in French that we were two Sisters on our way to Brussels. +Fortunately I could produce my Belgian Carte d'Identité, which had also +been stamped with the German stamp. The only hope was to let him think +we were Belgians. Had they known we were English I don't think anything +would have saved us from being shot as spies. The officer had us +searched, but found nothing contraband on us and let us go, though he +did not seem quite satisfied. He really thought he had found something +suspicious when he spied in my basket a small metal case. It contained +nothing more compromising, however, than a piece of Vinolia soap. We had +not the least idea which way to go when we were released, and went wrong +first, and had to come back through that horrible camp again. Seven +times we were stopped and searched, and each time I pointed to my German +brassard and produced my Belgian Carte d'Identité. Sister did not speak +French or German, but she was very good and did <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span>not lose her head, or +give us away by speaking English to me. And at last—it seemed hours to +us—we got safely past the last sentry. Footsore and weary, but very +thankful, we trudged back to Brussels.</p> + +<p>But that was not quite the end of our adventure, for just as we were +getting into Brussels an officer galloped after us, and dismounted as +soon as he got near us. He began asking in broken French the most +searching questions as to our movements. I could not keep it up and had +to tell him that we were English. He really nearly fell down with +surprise, and wanted to know, naturally enough, what we were doing +there. I told him the exact truth—how we had started out for Mâlines, +were unable to get there and so were returning to Brussels. "But," he +said at once, "you are not on the Mâlines road." He had us there, but I +explained that we had rested at a convent and that the nuns had shown us +a short cut, and that we had got on to the wrong road quite by mistake. +He asked a thousand questions, and wanted the whole history of our lives +from babyhood up. Eventually I satisfied him apparently, for he saluted, +and said in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> English as good as mine, "Truly the English are a wonderful +nation," mounted his horse and rode away.</p> + +<p>I did not try any more excursions to Tirlemont after that, but heard +later on that my nurse was safe and in good hands.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>My business in Brussels was now finished, and I wanted to return to my +hospital at M. The German authorities met my request with a blank +refusal. I was not at all prepared for this. I had only come in for two +days and had left all my luggage behind me. Also one cannot leave one's +hospital in this kind of way without a word of explanation to anyone. I +could not go without permission, and it was more than sixty kilometres, +too far to walk. I kept on asking, and waited and waited, hoping from +day to day to get permission to return.</p> + +<p>Instead of that came an order that every private ambulance and hospital +in Brussels was to be closed at once, and that no wounded at all were to +be nursed by the English Sisters. The doctor and several of the Sisters +belonging to the Red Cross unit were imprisoned for twenty-four hours +under <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span>suspicion of being spies. Things could not go on like this much +longer. What I wanted to do was to send all my nurses back to England if +it could be arranged, and return myself to my work at M. till it was +finished. We were certainly not wanted in Brussels. The morning that the +edict to close the hospitals had been issued, I saw about 200 German Red +Cross Sisters arriving at the Gare du Nord.</p> + +<p>I am a member of the International Council of Nurses, and our last big +congress was held in Germany. I thus became acquainted with a good many +of the German Sisters, and wondered what the etiquette would be if I +should meet some of them now in Brussels. But I never saw any I knew.</p> + +<p>After the Red Cross doctor with his Sisters had been released, he went +to the German authorities and asked in the name of us all what they +proposed doing with us. As they would no longer allow us to follow our +profession, we could not remain in Brussels. The answer was rather +surprising as they said they intended sending the whole lot of us to +Liège. That was not pleasant news. Liège was rather uncomfortably near<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> +Germany, and as we were not being sent to work there it sounded +remarkably like being imprisoned. Every one who could exerted themselves +on our behalf; the American Consul in particular went over and over +again to vainly try to get the commandant to change his mind. We were to +start on Monday morning, and on Sunday at midday the order still stood. +But at four o'clock that afternoon we got a message to say that our +gracious masters had changed our sentence, and that we were to go to +England when it suited their pleasure to send us. But this did not suit +<i>my</i> pleasure at all. Twenty-six nurses had been entrusted to my care by +the St. John's Committee, four were still at M., and one at Tirlemont, +and I did not mean to quit Belgian soil if I could help it, leaving five +of them behind. So I took everything very quietly, meaning to stay +behind at the last minute, and change into civilian dress, which I took +care to provide myself with.</p> + +<p>Then began a long period of waiting. Not one of my nurses was working, +though there were a great many wounded in Brussels, and we knew that +they were short-handed. There <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>was nothing to do but to walk about the +streets and read the new <i>affiches</i>, or proclamations, which were put up +almost every day, one side in French, the other side in German, so that +all who listed might read. They were of two kinds. One purported to give +the news, which was invariably of important German successes and +victories. The other kind were orders and instructions for the behaviour +of the inhabitants of Brussels. It was possible at that time to buy +small penny reprints of all the proclamations issued since the German +occupation. They were not sold openly as the Germans were said to forbid +their sale, but after all they could hardly punish people for reissuing +what they themselves had published. Unfortunately I afterwards lost my +little books of proclamations, but can reproduce a translation of a +characteristic one that appeared on October 5. The italics are mine.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class='right'><span class="smcap">Brussels</span>: October 5, 1914.</p> + +<p>During the evening of September 25 the railway line and the +telegraph wires were destroyed on the line Lovenjoul-Vertryck. In +consequence of this, these two places have had to render an account +of this, and had to give hostages on the morning of September 30.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +In future, the localities nearest to the place where similar acts +take place <i>will be punished without pity—it matters little +whether the inhabitants are guilty or not</i>. For this purpose +hostages have been taken from all localities near the railway line +thus menaced, and at the first attempt to destroy either the +railway line or telephone or telegraph, <i>the hostages will be +immediately shot</i>. Further, all the troops charged with the duty of +guarding the railway have been ordered <i>to shoot any person with a +suspicious manner</i> who approaches the line or telegraph or +telephone wires.</p> + +<p class='right'><span class="smcap">Von der Golst</span>.</p></div> + +<p>And Von der Golst was recalled from Brussels later on because he was too +lenient!</p> + +<p>There is no reparation the Germans can ever make for iniquities of this +kind—and they cannot deny these things as they have others, for they +stand condemned out of their own mouths. Their own proclamations are +quite enough evidence to judge them on.</p> + +<p>One cannot help wondering what the German standard of right and wrong +really is, because their private acts as well as their public ones have +been so unworthy of a great nation. Some Belgian acquaintances of mine +who had a large chateau in the country told me that such stealing among +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>officers as took place was unheard of in any war before between +civilized countries. The men had little opportunity of doing so, but the +officers sent whole wagon-loads of things back to Germany with their +name on. My friends said naturally they expected them to take food and +wine and even a change of clothing, but in their own home the German +officers quartered there had taken the very carpets off the floor and +the chandeliers from the ceiling, and old carved cupboards that had been +in the family for generations, and sent them back to Germany. They all +begged me to make these facts public when I got back to England. Writing +letters was useless as they never got through. Other Belgian friends +told me of the theft of silver, jewellery, and even women's +undergarments.</p> + +<p>It was not etiquette in Brussels to watch the Germans, and particularly +the officers. One could not speak about them in public, spies were +everywhere, and one would be arrested at once at the first indiscreet +word—but no one could be forced to look at them—and the habit was to +ignore them altogether, to avert one's head, or shut one's eyes, or in +extreme cases to turn one's back on them, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>and this hurt their feelings +more than anything else could do. They <i>could</i> not believe apparently +that Belgian women did not enjoy the sight of a beautiful officer in +full dress—as much as German women would do.</p> + +<p>All English papers were very strictly forbidden, but a few got in +nevertheless by runners from Ostend. At the beginning of the German +occupation the <i>Times</i> could be obtained for a franc. Later it rose to 3 +francs then 5, then 9, then 15 francs. Then with a sudden leap it +reached 23 francs on one day. That was the high-water mark, for it came +down after that. The <i>Times</i> was too expensive for the likes of me. I +used to content myself with the <i>Flandres Libérale</i>, a half-penny paper +published then in Ghent and sold in Brussels for a franc or more +according to the difficulty in getting it in. These papers used to be +wrapped up very tight and small and smuggled into Brussels in a basket +of fruit or a cart full of dirty washing. They could not of course be +bought in the shops, and the Germans kept a very keen look-out for them. +We used to get them nevertheless almost every day in spite of them.</p> + +<p>The mode of procedure was this: When it <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>was getting dusk you sauntered +out to take a turn in the fresh air. You strolled through a certain +square where there were men selling picture post-cards, etc. You +selected a likely looking man and went up and looked over his cards, +saying under your breath "<i>Journal Anglais?</i>" or "<i>Flandres Libérale?</i>" +which ever it happened to be. Generally you were right, but occasionally +the man looked at you with a blank stare and you knew you had made a bad +shot, and if perchance he had happened to be a spy, your lot would not +have been a happy one. But usually you received a whispered "Oui, +madame," in reply, and then you loudly asked the way to somewhere, and +the man would conduct you up a side street, pointing the way with his +finger. When no one was looking he slipped a tiny folded parcel into +your hand, you slipped a coin into his, and the ceremony was over. But +it was not safe to read your treasure at a front window or anywhere +where you might be overlooked.</p> + +<p>Sometimes these newspaper-sellers grew bold and transacted this business +too openly and then there was trouble. One evening some of the nurses +were at Benediction at <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>the Carmelite Church, when a wretched newspaper +lad rushed into the church and hid himself in a Confessional. He was +followed by four or five German soldiers. They stopped the service and +forbade any of the congregation to leave, and searched the church till +they found the white and trembling boy, and dragged him off to his fate. +We heard afterwards that a German spy had come up and asked him in +French if he had a paper, and the boy was probably new at the game and +fell into the trap.</p> + +<p>About this time the Germans were particularly busy in Brussels. A great +many new troops were brought in, amongst them several Austrian regiments +and a great many naval officers and men. It was quite plain that some +big undertaking was planned. Then one day we saw the famous heavy guns +going out of the city along the Antwerp road. I had heard them last at +Maubeuge, now I was to hear them again. Night and day reinforcements of +soldiers poured into Brussels at the Gare du Nord, and poured out at the +Antwerp Gate. No one whatever was permitted to pass to leave the city, +the trams were all stopped at the barriers, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>and aeroplanes were +constantly hovering above the city like huge birds of prey.</p> + +<p>On Sunday, September 27, we woke to hear cannon booming and the house +shaking with each concussion. The Germans had begun bombarding the forts +which lay between Brussels and Antwerp. Looking from the heights of +Brussels with a good glass, one could see shells bursting near Waelheim +and Wavre St. Catherine. The Belgians were absolutely convinced that +Antwerp was impregnable, and as we had heard that large masses of +English troops had been landed there, we hoped very much that this would +be the turning-point of the war, and that the Germans might be driven +back out of the country.</p> + +<p>On Wednesday, September 30, the sounds of cannon grew more distant, and +we heard that Wavre St. Catherine had been taken. The Belgians were +still confident, but it seems certain that the Germans were convinced +that nothing could withstand their big guns, for they made every +preparation to settle down in Brussels for the winter. They announced +that from October 1 Brussels would be considered as part of German +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>territory, and that they intended to re-establish the local postal +service from that date. They reckoned without their host there, for the +Brussels postmen refused to a man to take service under them, so the +arrangement collapsed. They did re-establish postal communication +between Brussels and Germany, and issued a special set of four stamps. +They were the ordinary German stamps of 3, 5, 10 and 20 pfennig, and +were surcharged in black "Belgien 3, 5, 10 and 20 centimes."</p> + +<p>About this time, too, they took M. Max, the Burgomaster, off to Liège as +prisoner, on the pretext that Brussels had not yet paid the enormous +indemnity demanded of it. He held the people in the hollow of his hand, +and the Brussels authorities very much feared a rising when he was taken +off. But the Echevins, or College of Sheriffs, rose to the occasion, +divided his work between them, and formed a local police composed of +some of the most notable citizens of the town. They were on duty all day +and night and divided the work into four-hour shifts, and did splendid +work in warning the people against disorderly acts and preventing +disturbances. It is not difficult to guess <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>what would have happened if +these patriotic citizens had not acted in this way—there would most +certainly have been a rising among the people, and the German reprisals +would have been terrible. As it was a German soldier who was swaggering +alone down the Rue Basse was torn in pieces by the angry crowd, but for +some reason this outbreak was hushed up by the German authorities.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>A MEMORABLE JOURNEY</h3> + + +<p>The authorities seemed to be far too busy to trouble themselves about +our affairs, and we could get no news as to what was going to happen to +us. There was a good deal of typhoid fever in Brussels, and I thought I +would employ this waiting time in getting inoculated against it, as I +had not had time to do so before leaving England.</p> + +<p>This operation was performed every Saturday by a doctor at the Hôpital +St. Pierre, so on Saturday, October 3, I repaired there to take my turn +with the others. The prick was nothing, and it never occurred to me that +I should take badly, having had, I believe, typhoid when a child. But I +soon began to feel waves of hot and cold, then a violent headache came +on, and I was forced to go to bed with a very painful arm and a high +temperature. I tossed about all night, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>and the next morning I was worse +rather than better. At midday I received a message that every English +Sister and doctor in Brussels was to leave for England the next day, via +Holland, in a special train that had been chartered by some Americans +and accompanied by the American Consul. How I rejoiced at my fever, for +now I had a legitimate excuse for staying behind, for except at the +point of the sword I did not mean to leave Belgium while I still had +nurses there who might be in danger. The heads of all the various +parties were requested to let their nurses know that they must be at the +station the next day at 2 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> Several of my nurses were +lodging in the house I was in, and I sent a message to them and to all +the others that they must be ready at the appointed place and time. I +also let a trusted few know that I did not mean to go myself, and gave +them letters and messages for England.</p> + +<p>The next morning I was still not able to get up, but several of my +people came in to say good-bye to me in bed, and I wished them good luck +and a safe passage back to England. By 1 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> they were all +gone, and a great <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>peace fell over the house. I struggled out of bed, +put all traces of uniform away, and got out my civilian dress. I was no +longer an official, but a private person out in Belgium on my own +account, and intended to walk to Charleroi by short stages as soon as I +was able. I returned to bed, and at five o'clock I was half asleep, half +picturing my flock on their way to England, when there was a great +clamour and clatter, and half a dozen of them burst into my room. They +were all back once more!</p> + +<p>They told me they had gone down to the station as they were told, and +found the special train for Americans going off to the Dutch frontier. +Their names were all read out, but they were not allowed to get into the +train, and were told they were not going that day after all. The German +officials present would give no reason for the change, and were +extremely rude to the nurses. They told me my name had been read out +amongst the others. They had been asked why I was not there, and had +replied that I was ill in bed.</p> + +<p>Just then a letter arrived marked "Urgent," and in it was an order that +I <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>should be at the station at 12 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> the next day <i>without +fail</i>, accompanied by my nurses. I was very sad that they had discovered +I did not want to go, because I knew now that they would leave no stone +unturned to make me, but I determined to resist to the last moment and +not go if I could help it. So I sent back a message to the Head Doctor +of the Red Cross unit, asking him to convey to the German authorities +the fact that I was ill in bed and could not travel the next day. Back +came a message to say that they regretted to hear I was ill, and that I +should be transferred at once to a German hospital and be attended by a +German doctor. That, of course, was no good at all—I should then +probably have been a German prisoner till the end of the war, and not +have been the slightest use to anyone.</p> + +<p>I very reluctantly gave in and said I would go. We were told that we +should be safely conducted as far as the Dutch frontier, and so I +determined to get across to Antwerp if I could from there and work my +way back to Brussels in private clothes.</p> + +<p>I scrambled up somehow the next day, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>and found a very large party +assembled outside the Gare du Nord, as every single English nurse and +doctor in Brussels was to be expelled. There must have been fifteen or +twenty doctors and dressers altogether, and more than a hundred Sisters +and nurses.</p> + +<p>A squad of German soldiers were lined up outside the station, and two +officers guarded the entrance. They had a list of our names, and as each +name was read out, we were passed into the station, where a long, black +troop-train composed of third-class carriages was waiting for us. The +front wagons were, I believe, full of either wounded or prisoners, as +only a few carriages were reserved for us. However, we crowded in, eight +of us in a carriage meant for six, and found, greatly to our surprise, +that there were two soldiers with loaded rifles sitting at the window in +each compartment. There was nothing to be said, we were entirely in +their hands, and after all the Dutch frontier was not so very far off.</p> + +<p>The soldiers had had orders to sit at the two windows and prevent us +seeing out, but our two guards were exceedingly nice men, not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> Prussians +but Danish Germans from Schleswig-Holstein, who did not at all enjoy the +job they had been put to, so our windows were not shut nor our blinds +down as those in some of the other carriages were.</p> + +<p>A whistle sounded, and we were off. We went very very slowly, and waited +an interminable time at each station. When evening came on we had only +arrived as far as Louvain, and were interested to see two Zeppelins +looming clear and black against the sunset sky, in the Mâlines direction +flying towards Antwerp. It was not too dark to see the fearful +destruction that had been dealt out to this famous Catholic University, +only built and endowed during the last eighty years by great and heroic +sacrifices on the part of both clergy and people. The two German +soldiers in our carriage were themselves ashamed when they saw from the +window the crumbling ruins and burnt-out buildings which are all that +remain of Louvain now. One of them muttered: "If only the people had not +fired at the soldiers, this would never have happened." Since he felt +inclined to discuss the matter, one of us quoted the clause from The +Hague<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> Convention of 1907 which was signed by Germany:</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The territory of neutral states is inviolable.</p> + +<p>The fact of a neutral Power resisting even by force, attempts to +violate its neutrality cannot be regarded as a hostile act.</p></div> + +<p>This was beyond him, but he reiterated: "No civilians have any right to +fire at soldiers." And all the time they were killing civilians by bombs +thrown on open cities. So deep has the sanctity of the army sunk into +the German heart.</p> + +<p>Night drew on, and one after another dropped into an uneasy sleep. But +we were squeezed so tight, and the wooden third-class carriages were so +hard, that it was almost more uncomfortable to be asleep than to be +awake. We persuaded the two German soldiers to sit together as that made +a little more room, and they soon went to sleep on each other's +shoulders, their rifles between their knees. I was still feverish and +seedy and could not sleep, but watched the beautiful starry sky, and +meditated upon many things. We passed through Tirlemont, and I thought +of my poor nurse <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>and wished I could get out and see what she was doing. +Then I began to be rather puzzled by the way we were going. I knew this +line pretty well, but could not make out where we were. About three +o'clock in the morning I saw great forts on a hill sending out powerful +search-lights. I knew I could not be mistaken, this must be Liège. And +then we drew up in the great busy station, and I saw that it was indeed +Liège. So we were on our way to Germany after all, and not to the Dutch +frontier as we had been promised.</p> + +<p>Next morning this was quite apparent, for we passed through Verviers and +then Herbesthal the frontier town. At the latter place the doors of all +our carriages were thrown violently open, and a Prussian officer shouted +in a raucous voice "Heraus." Few of our party understood German, and +they did not get out quickly enough to please his lordship, for he +bellowed to the soldiers: "Push those women out of the train if they +don't go quicker." Our things were thrown out after us as we scrambled +out on to the platform, while two officers walked up and down having +every bag and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>portmanteau turned out for their inspection. All +scissors, surgical instruments and other useful articles were taken away +from the Sisters, who protested in vain against this unfair treatment. +The soldiers belonging to our carriage, seeing this, tumbled all our +possessions back into the carriage, pretending that they had been +examined—for we had become fast friends since we had shared our scanty +stock of food and chocolate together. I was personally very thankful not +to have my belongings looked at too closely, for I had several things I +did not at all want to part with; one was my camera, which was sewn up +inside my travelling cushion, a little diary that I had kept in Belgium, +and a sealed letter that had been given me as we stood outside the +station at Brussels by a lady who implored me to take it to England and +post it for her there, as it was to her husband in Petrograd, who had +had no news of her since the war began. I had this in an inside secret +pocket, and very much hoped I should get it through successfully.</p> + +<p>We were ordered into the train again in the same polite manner that we +had been <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>ordered out. Our two soldiers were much upset by the treatment +we had received. One had tears in his eyes when he told us how sorry he +was, for he had the funny old-fashioned idea that Red Cross Sisters on +active service should be treated with respect—even if they were +English. He then told us that their orders were to accompany us to +Cologne; he did not know what was going to happen to us after that. So +Germany was to be our destination after all.</p> + +<p>At the next station we stopped for a long time, and then the doors of +the carriages were opened and we were each given a bowl of soup. It was +very good and thick, and we christened it "hoosh" with remembrance of +Scott's rib-sticking compound in the Antarctic; and there was plenty of +it, so we providently filled up a travelling kettle with it for the +evening meal. Then we went on again and crawled through that +interminable day over the piece of line between Herbesthal and Cologne. +Evening came, and we thought of the "hoosh," but when it came to the +point no one could look at it, and we threw <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>it out of the window. A +horrible yellow scum had settled on the top of it and clung to the +sides, so that it spoilt the kettle for making tea—and we <i>were</i> so +thirsty.</p> + +<p>At last, late at night, we saw the lights of Cologne. We had been +thirty-two hours doing a journey that ordinarily takes six or seven. We +were ordered out of the train when we reached the station, and were +marched along between two rows of soldiers to a waiting-room. No porters +were allowed to help us, so we trailed all along those underground +corridors at Cologne station with our own luggage. Fortunately it was so +late that there were not many people about. We were allowed to have a +meal here, and could order anything we liked. Some coffee was a great +comfort, and we were able to buy rolls and fruit for the journey.</p> + +<p>An incident happened here that made my blood boil, but nothing could be +done, so we had to set our teeth and bear it. A waiter came in smiling +familiarly, with a bundle of papers under his arm, and put one of these +illustrated weeklies beside each plate. On the front page was a horrible +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>caricature of England—so grossly indecent that it makes me hot now +even to think of it. As soon as I saw what they were, I went round to +each place, gathered them up and put them aside.</p> + +<p>As we waited I wondered what was to be the next step, and could not help +thinking of my last visit to Cologne two years before. Then I went as a +delegate to a very large Congress and Health Exhibition, when we were +the honoured guests of the German National Council of Nurses. Then we +were fêted by the Municipality of Cologne—given a reception at the +Botanical Gardens, a free pass to all the sights of Cologne, a concert, +tableaux, a banquet, I don't know what more. Now I was a prisoner +heavily guarded, weary, dirty, humiliated in the very city that had done +us so much honour.</p> + +<p>After about three hours' wait we were ordered into another train, +mercifully for our poor bones rather a more comfortable one this time, +with plenty of room, and we went on our way, over the Rhine, looking +back at Cologne Cathedral, on past Essen and Dusseldorf, into the very +heart of Germany. It was rather an original idea<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>—this trip through the +enemy's country in the middle of the war!</p> + +<p>In the morning we had a nice surprise. We arrived at Münster, and found +breakfast awaiting us. The Red Cross ladies of that town kindly provide +meals for all prisoners and wounded soldiers passing through. They +seemed very surprised when all we English people turned up, but they +were very kind in waiting on us, and after breakfast we got what was +better than anything in the shape of a good wash. We had a long wait at +Münster so there was no hurry, and we all got our turn under the +stand-pipe and tap that stood in the station. Then on and on and on, and +it seemed that we had always been in the train, till at last, late one +evening, we arrived at Hamburg.</p> + +<p>We were ordered out of the train here for a meal, and this was by far +the most unpleasant time we had. Evidently the news of our arrival had +preceded us, and a whole crowd of Hamburgers were at the station waiting +to see us emerge from the train.</p> + +<p>They were not allowed on to the platform, but lined the outside of the +railing all the way down, laughing at us, spitting, hissing, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>jeering, +and making insulting remarks. And though we were English we had to take +it lying down. At the first indiscreet word from any of us they would +have certainly taken off the men of our party to prison, though they +would have probably done nothing more to us women than to delay our +journey. There were about fifteen doctors and dressers with us, and we +were naturally much more afraid for their safety than for our own. I +think I shall never forget walking down that platform at Hamburg. We +were hurried into a waiting-room, the door of which was guarded by two +soldiers, and a meal of bread and cold meat ordered for us. The German +waiters evidently much resented being asked to serve us, for they nearly +threw the food at us.</p> + +<p>Then something happened that made up for everything. A young German +officer came up and asked in very good English if there was anything he +could do for us in any way.</p> + +<p>"I beg your pardon for speaking to you," he said, "but I received so +much kindness from every one when I was in England, that it would be the +greatest pleasure I <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>could have if I could help you at all." And he +started by giving the waiter the biggest blowing-up he had ever had in +his life, for which I could have hugged him. He then went off and came +back in a few minutes with fruit and chocolate and everything he could +find for us to take with us. He was a very bright and shining star in a +dark place. Then along the platform past that horrible, jeering crowd +and into the train once more.</p> + +<p>It was night, and most of us were asleep when the train stopped with a +jerk, the doors of the train were thrown open, and the fresh, salty +smell of the sea met our nostrils. Some of the party, hardly awake, +thought they had to get out, and began to descend, but such volumes of +wrath met their attempt that they hastily got in again. Every window in +the train was shut, every blind pulled down and curtains closed, and a +soldier with loaded rifle stood at each window. We were crossing the +Kiel Canal. There were a great many people in England who would have +given anything to have been in our shoes just then. But we saw +absolutely nothing.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p><p>They forgot to give us any breakfast that day, but we did not mind. +Every mile now, along this flat, marshy country, was a mile nearer +Denmark and freedom, and our spirits rose higher every moment. Though +why the Germans should take us all through Germany and Denmark, when +they could just as easily have dropped us on the Dutch frontier, I +cannot even now imagine.</p> + +<p>Early that afternoon we arrived at Vendrup, the Danish frontier, and the +soldiers and the train that had brought us all the way from Cologne went +back to Germany. It was difficult to realize that we were free once +more, after two months of being prisoners with no news of home, tied +down to a thousand tiresome regulations, and having witnessed terrible +sights that none of us will ever forget. Strange and delightful it was +to be able to send a telegram to England once more and to buy a paper; +wonderful to see the friendly, smiling faces all round us. It felt +almost like getting home again.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE</h3> + + +<p>Late that night we arrived in Copenhagen. The kindness we received there +surpasses all imagination. The Danish people opened their arms in +welcome and gave us of their best with both hands. Every one went out of +their way to be good to us, from the manager of the delightful Hotel +Cosmopolite, where we were staying, to the utter strangers who sent us +flowers, fruit, sweets, illustrated papers and invitations to every +possible meal in such profusion.</p> + +<p>Miss Jessen, the secretary of the Danish Council of Nurses, called at +once and arranged a most delightful programme for every day of our stay +in Copenhagen, bringing us invitations to see over the most important +hospitals, and the Finsen Light Institute, the old Guildhall, the +picture gallery, and anything else any of us wanted to see.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 310px;"> +<img src="images/map2.jpg" width="310" height="513" alt="MAP OF OUR NORTHERN JOURNEY" title="Map of our Northern Journey" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span><br /></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p><p>The president, Madame Tscherning, and the members of the same council, +arranged a most delightful afternoon reception for us at the Palace +Hotel, at which Dr. Norman Hansen welcomed us in the name of Denmark, +and read us a poem which he had written in our honour.</p> + +<p class='center'>TO THE BRITISH SURGEONS AND NURSES<br /> +PASSING COPENHAGEN ON THEIR WAY<br /> +FROM BELGIUM</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Silent, we bid you welcome, in silence you answer'd our greeting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because our lips must be closed, and your teeth are set<br /></span> +<span class="i26">Against the gale.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our mouths are mute, our minds are open—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We shall greet you farewell in silence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sowers of good-will on fields where hate is sown—<br /></span> +<span class="i26">Fare ye well.<br /></span> + +<span class="i26"><span class="smcap">C. Norman Hansen, M. D.</span></span> +</div></div> + +<p>That evening at dinner we all found a beautiful bunch of violets tied up +with the Danish colours on our plates, and a pretty Danish medal with +the inscription "Our God—our Land—our Honour" which had been issued to +raise a fund for the Danish Red Cross Society. This was a little +surprise <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>for us on the part of the manager of the hotel, who, like +every one else, simply overwhelmed us with kindness. One simply felt +dreadfully ashamed of oneself for not having done more to deserve all +this.</p> + +<p>On the first day of our arrival in Denmark came the news of the downfall +of Antwerp, and through all these delightful invitations and receptions +there was a feeling in my heart that I was not free yet to enjoy myself. +The downfall of Antwerp seemed almost like a personal loss. We had been +so close to it, had shared our Belgian friends' hopes and fears, had +watched the big German howitzers going out on the Antwerp road, had +heard the bombardment of the forts, on our long journey through Belgium +had seen the enormous reinforcements being sent up to take it. And now +it had gone, and the Germans were marching on Ostend. What was the end +of all this going to be? We <i>must</i> win in the end—but they are so +strong and well organized—so <i>dreadfully</i> strong.</p> + +<p>In that same paper I read an account from a Russian correspondent, +telling of the distress in Poland, which they described as the "Belgium +of Russia." It stated <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>that the news just then was not good; the Germans +were approaching Warsaw, and that the people in many of the villages +were almost starving, as the Germans had eaten up almost everything. +(How well I could believe that!) The paper went on to say that the +troops were suffering severely from cholera and from typhoid fever and +that there was a great scarcity of trained nurses. That gave me the clue +for which I was unconsciously seeking—we had been turned out of +Belgium, and now, perhaps, our work was to be in that other Belgium of +Russia.</p> + +<p>Three other Sisters wished to join me, and I telegraphed to St. John's +to ask permission to offer our services to the Russian Red Cross. The +answer was delayed, and as we could not go to Russia without permission +from headquarters, we most reluctantly prepared to go back to England +with all the others.</p> + +<p>On the last morning our luggage, labelled Christiania-Bergen-Newcastle, +had already gone down to the station when the expected telegram arrived: +"You and three Sisters named may volunteer Russian Red Cross." We flew +down to the station and by dint of many tips and great exertions we got +our <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>luggage out again. I should have been sorry to have lost my little +all for the second time.</p> + +<p>This permission to serve with the Russian Red Cross was confirmed later +by a most kind letter from Sir Claude Macdonald, chairman of the St. +John's Committee, so we felt quite happy about our enterprise.</p> + +<p>We could not start for Russia for another ten days. We were to be +inoculated against cholera for one thing, and then there were passports +and visés to get and arrangements for the journey to be made. The +ordinary route was by Abö, Stockholm and Helsingfors, but we were very +strongly advised not to go this way, first, because of the possibility +of mines in the Baltic, and, secondly, because a steamer, recently +crossing that way, had been actually boarded, and some English people +taken off by the Germans. And we had no desire to be caught a second +time.</p> + +<p>So it was decided to my great joy that we should travel all the way +round by land, through Sweden, through a little bit of Lapland, just +touching the Arctic Circle, through Finland and so to Petrograd. The +thought of the places we had to go through thrilled me to the +core—Karungi, Haparanda,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> Lapptrask, Torneo—the very names are as +honey to the lips.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>One might have expected that all the kindness and hospitality would +cease on the departure of the majority of the party, but it was not so. +Invitations of all kinds were showered on us. Lunches were the chief +form of entertainment and very interesting and delightful they were. +There was a lunch at the British Legation, one at the French Legation, +one at the Belgian Legation where the minister was so pathetically glad +of any crumbs of news of his beloved country; a delightful dinner to +meet Prince Gustav of Denmark, an invitation to meet Princess Mary of +Greece, another lunch with Madame Tscherning, the president of the +Danish Council of Nurses, and the "Florence Nightingale of Denmark." +Altogether we should have been thoroughly spoilt if it had lasted any +longer! One of the most delightful invitations was to stay at Vidbek for +the remainder of our time, a dear little seaside place with beautiful +woods, just then in their full glory of autumnal colouring. It was +within easy reach of Copenhagen and we <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>went in almost every day, for +one reason or another, and grew very fond of the beautiful old city.</p> + +<p>The time came for us to say good-bye. I was very sorry indeed to leave +dear little Denmark where we had had such a warm welcome. Denmark is, of +course, officially, absolutely neutral, but she cannot forget the ties +of blood and friendship that bind the two island countries together. +They are indeed a splendid people to be kin to, tall and fair and +strong, as becomes an ancient race of sea-kings. I only hope that it may +be my good fortune, some day, to be able to repay in some small measure +all the wealth of kindness so freely poured out for us.</p> + +<p>On Saturday, October 24, at 7 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> we started for Lapland! Many +of our very kind friends came down to the station to give us a good +send-off and with last presents of flowers, fruit, chocolates and +papers. We crossed first to Malmö on the ferry, which took about an hour +and a half. It was very calm and clear, and we watched the little +twinkling lights of Denmark gradually disappear and the lights of Sweden +gradually <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>emerge in exchange. At Malmö there was a customs examination +which was not very severe, as our things were all marked with a huge Red +Cross, and then we got into a funny little horse tram that conveyed us +to the station.</p> + +<p>When morning broke we were speeding along towards Stockholm. The country +was very different from Denmark, much wilder, with rocks and trees and +sand and an occasional glimpse of lake. At that time Sweden was supposed +to bear little good-will towards England, and certainly our reception in +that land was distinctly a chilly one. We drove on arrival to a hotel +which had been recommended to us and asked the concierge if there were +rooms. He said there were, so we had our luggage taken down and +dismissed the cab. The concierge then looked at us suspiciously, and +said, "You are English?" "Yes, we are English." He then went and +confabbed for some minutes with the manageress, and returned. "There are +people still in the rooms, they will not be ready for twenty minutes." +"Then we will have breakfast now and go to our rooms after." Another +long conversation with the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>manageress, and then he returned again. +"There are no rooms." "But you said there were rooms." "There are no +rooms." Evidently there were none for English travellers anyway, so we +went to another hotel opposite the station, where they were civil, but +no more. We had to stay in Stockholm twenty-four hours and simply hated +it. I had heard much of this "Venice of the North," but the physical +atmosphere was as chilly and unfriendly as the mental one.</p> + +<p>The recollection stamped on my memory is of a grey, cheerless town where +it rained hard almost the whole time, and a bitter wind blowing over the +quays which moaned and sobbed like a lost banshee.</p> + +<p>I was asked to luncheon at the British Legation, and this proved a very +fortunate occurrence for us all, as the minister was so kind as to go to +great trouble in getting us a special permit from the Swedish Foreign +Office to sleep at Boden. Boden is a fortified frontier town and no +foreigners are, as a rule, allowed to stay the night there, but have to +go on to Lulea, and return to Boden the next morning. We started off on +the next <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>lap of our northern journey that evening, and again through +the minister's kind intervention were lucky in getting a carriage to +ourselves in a very full train, and arrived twenty-four hours later at +Boden.</p> + +<p>It was extraordinarily interesting to sleep in that little shanty at +Boden, partly, no doubt, because it was not ordinarily allowed. The +forbidden has always charms. It was the most glorious starlight night I +have ever seen, but bitterly cold, with the thermometer ten degrees +below zero, and everything sparkling with hoar frost. It was here we +nearly lost a bishop. A rather pompous Anglican bishop had been +travelling in the same train from Stockholm, and hearing that we +insignificant females had been permitted to sleep at Boden, he did not +see why he should not do the same and save himself the tiresome journey +to Lulea and back. So in spite of all remonstrances he insisted on +alighting at Boden, and with the whole force of his ecclesiastical +authority announced his intention of staying there. However, it was not +allowed after all, and he missed the train, and while we were +comfortably having our supper in the little inn, we saw the poor <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>bishop +and his chaplain being driven off to Lulea. They turned up again next +morning, but so late that we were afraid they had got lost on the way +the night before.</p> + +<p>All the next morning we went through the same kind of country, past +innumerable frozen lakelets, and copses of stubby pines and silver +birches, till we arrived at Karungi where the railway ends. We made +friends with a most delightful man, who was so good in helping us all +the way through that we christened him St. Raphael, the patron saint of +travellers. He was a fur trader from Finland, and had immense stores of +information about the land and the queer beasts that live in it. He was +a sociable soul, but lived in such out-of-the-way places that he seldom +saw anyone to talk to except the peasants, and it was a great treat, he +said, to meet some of his fellow-countrymen, and his satisfaction knew +no bounds when he heard that one of us hailed from Lancashire, near his +old home.</p> + +<p>From Karungi we had to drive to Haparanda. Our carriage was already +booked by telegram, but a very irate gentleman from Port Said got into +it with his family <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>and declined to get out, using such dreadful +language that I wondered the snow did not begin to sizzle. We did not +want to have a scene there, so when "St. Raphael" said if we would wait +till the evening he would take us over by starlight, we graciously let +the dusky gentleman with the bad temper keep our carriage.</p> + +<p>We went in the meantime to the little wooden inn and ate largely of +strange dishes, dried reindeer flesh, smoked strips of salmon, lax, I +think it is called, served with a curious sweet sauce, and drank many +glasses of tea. At 9 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> behold an open motor-car arrived to +take us the thirty miles' drive to Haparanda. It seemed absolutely +absurd to see a motor-car up there on the edge of the Arctic Circle, +where there was not even a proper road. There were several reindeer +sleighs about, and I felt that one of those would have been much more in +keeping. The drivers look most attractive, they wear very gay reindeer +leggings, big sheep-skin coats and wild-looking wolf-skin caps.</p> + +<p>The frozen track was so uneven that we rocked from side to side, and +were thrown violently about in the car, like little kernels <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span>in a very +large nut. But it was a wonderful night all the same, the air was thin +and intoxicating like champagne, and the stars up in these northern +latitudes more dazzlingly brilliant than anything I have seen before. We +had to get out at Haparanda and walk over the long bridge which led to +Torneo, where the Finnish Custom House was, and where our luggage and +passports had to be examined.</p> + +<p>We arrived there very cheerful and well pleased with ourselves, to find +all our old travelling companions waiting till the Custom House was +open; the bishop and his party; the bad-tempered man and his family; a +Russian and a Chinese student who were travelling together, and some +others. They had been waiting in the cold for hours, and had not had +their papers or luggage examined yet, so we had had the best of it after +all.</p> + +<p>And we scored yet once more, for "St. Raphael," who spoke fluent +Finnish, at once secured the only cart to take our things over the ferry +to the railway station about half a mile away.</p> + +<p>It was borne in upon me during this journey what an immense country +Russia <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>is. From Torneo to Petrograd does not look far on the map, but +we left Torneo on Wednesday night, and did not arrive in Petrograd till +12.30 <span class="smcap">A. M.</span> on Saturday, about fifty-two hours' hard travelling +to cover this little track—a narrow thread, almost lost the immensity +of this great Empire.</p> + +<p>Petrograd is not one of those cities whose charms steal upon you +unawares. It is immense, insistent, arresting, almost thrusting itself +on your imagination. It is a city for giants to dwell in, everything is +on such an enormous scale, dealt out in such careless profusion. The +river, first of all, is immense; the palaces grandiose, the very blocks +of which they are fashioned seem to have been hewn by Titans. The names +are full of romance and mystery. The fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, +for instance, how it brings back a certain red and gold book of one's +youth, full of innocent prisoners in clanking chains confined in fetid +underground dungeons. It seemed incredible to really behold its slender, +golden minarets on the other side of the Neva. But this was no time for +sight-seeing, we were all very anxious to get to work at once. So my +first excursion <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>in Petrograd was to the Central Bureau of the Red +Cross.</p> + +<p>The director of the Red Cross received me most kindly and promised that +we should have work very soon. He suggested that in the meantime we +should go and stay in a Russian Community of Sisters, who had a hospital +in Petrograd. I was very glad to accept this offer for us all, for we +must assimilate Russian methods and ways of thought as soon as possible, +if we were to be of real use to them. Still I very much hoped that we +should not be kept in Petrograd very long, as we wanted, if possible, to +get nearer the front. I told the director that we had been inoculated +against cholera and typhoid, and would be quite pleased to be sent to +the infectious hospitals if that would be more help, as there are always +plenty of people to nurse the wounded, but comparatively few who for one +reason or another are able to devote themselves to this other very +necessary work.</p> + +<p>We betook ourselves without delay to the Community of Russian Sisters, +and were installed in dear little cell-like rooms at the top of the +house devoted to the Sisters. The <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>other side of the house is a +beautiful little hospital with several wards set apart for wounded +soldiers. There are a great many similar communities in Russia—all +nursing orders. They are called Sisters of Mercy, but are not nuns in +any sense, as they take no vows and are free to leave whenever they +like. The course of training varies from two to three years and is very +complete, comprising courses in dispensing and other useful subjects. +The pity of it is that there are comparatively few of these trained +Sisters at the front; the vast majority of those working there have only +been through a special "War Course" of two months' training, and are apt +to think that bandaging is the beginning and the end of the art of +nursing.</p> + +<p>The Russian Sisters were most interested in our adventures, and most +kind and nice to us in every way, but assured us that we should not be +allowed anywhere near the front, as only Russian Sisters were allowed +there. They were very surprised when the order came a few days after our +arrival, that we were to get ready to go to Warsaw at once. That was +certainly not quite at the front at that moment, as just then Russia +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>was in the flush of victory, following the retreating Germans back from +Warsaw to the German frontier. But it was a good long step on the way.</p> + +<p>One errand still remained to be done. I had not posted the letter given +me by the English lady at the Brussels station to her husband in +Petrograd, wishing to have the pleasure of delivering it myself after +carrying it at such risks all through Germany. Directly I arrived I made +inquiries for this Englishman, picturing his joy at getting the +long-deferred news of his wife. Almost the first person I asked knew him +quite well, but imagine what a blow it was to hear that he had a Russian +wife in Petrograd! I vowed never again to carry any more letters to +sorrowing husbands.</p> + +<p>Before we went I received a very kind message that the Empress Marie +Federovna would like to see us before our departure. Prince Gustav of +Denmark had been most kind in writing to his aunt, the Empress, about +us, and had also been good enough to give me a letter of introduction to +her which I sent through the British Embassy.</p> + +<p>A day was appointed to go to the Gatchina<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> Palace to be presented to her +Majesty. The palace is a little way out of Petrograd and stands in a +beautiful park between the Black and the White Lake.</p> + +<p>We were greeted by General K——, one of the Empress's bodyguard, and +waited for a few minutes in the throne room downstairs, chatting to him. +Soon we were summoned upstairs, a door was thrown open by an enormous +negro in scarlet livery, and we were ushered into the Empress's private +boudoir. The Empress was there, and was absolutely charming to us, +making us sit down beside her and talking to us in fluent English. She +was so interested in hearing all we could tell her of Belgium, and we +stayed about half an hour talking to her. Then the Empress rose and held +out her hand, and said, "Thank you very much for coming to help us in +Russia. I shall always be interested in hearing about you. May God bless +you in your work," and we were dismissed.</p> + +<p>I would not have missed that for anything, it seemed such a nice start +to our work in Russia.</p> + +<p>Every spare moment till our work began <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>had to be devoted to learning +Russian. It is a brain-splitting language. Before I went to Russia I was +told that two words would carry me through the Empire: "Nichevo" meaning +"never mind," and "Seechas" which means "immediately" or "to-morrow" or +"next week." But we had to study every moment to learn as much Russian +as possible, as of course the soldiers could not understand any other +language. French is understood everywhere in society, but in the shops +no other tongue than Russian is any use. German is understood pretty +widely—but it is absolutely forbidden now to be spoken under penalty of +a 3000 rouble fine. In all the hotels there is a big notice put up in +Russian, French, and English in the public rooms "It is forbidden to +speak German," and just at first it added rather to the complications of +life not to be able to use it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>OUR WORK IN WARSAW</h3> + + +<p>In two or three days' time after our visit to the Empress we were off to +Warsaw and reported ourselves to Monsieur Goochkoff, the head of the Red +Cross Society there.</p> + +<p>We received our marching orders at once. We were not to be together at +first, as they thought we should learn Russian more quickly if we were +separated, so two of us were to go to one hospital in Warsaw, two to +another. My fate was a large Red Cross hospital close to the station, +worked by a Community of Russian Sisters. I must say I had some anxious +moments as I drove with Sister G. to the hospital that afternoon. I +wondered if Monsieur Goochkoff had said we were coming, and thought if +two Russian Sisters suddenly turned up without notice at an English +hospital how very much surprised they would be. Then I hoped they were +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>very busy, as perhaps then they would welcome our help. But again, I +meditated, if they were really busy, we with our stumbling Russian +phrases might be only in the way. It was all very well in Denmark to +think one would come and help Russia—but supposing they did not want us +after all?</p> + +<p>By the time I got so far we had arrived at the hospital, the old +familiar hospital smell of disinfectants met my nostrils, and I felt at +home at once. I found that I had been tormenting myself in vain, for +they were expecting us and apparently were not at all displeased at our +arrival. The Sister Superior had worked with English people in the +Russo-Japanese War and spoke English almost perfectly, and several of +the other Sisters spoke French or German. She was very worried as to +where we should sleep, as they were dreadfully overcrowded themselves; +even she had shared her small room with another Sister. However, she +finally found us a corner in a room which already held six Sisters. +Eight of us in a small room with only one window! The Sisters sleeping +there took our advent like angels, said there was plenty of room, and +moved <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>their beds closer together so that we might have more space. +Again I wondered whether if it were England we should be quite so +amiable under like circumstances. I hope so.</p> + +<p>I began to unpack, but there was nowhere to put anything; there was no +furniture in the room whatsoever except our straw beds, a table, and a +large tin basin behind a curtain in which we all washed—and, of course, +the ikon or holy picture which hangs in every Russian room. We all kept +our belongings under our beds—not a very hygienic proceeding, but <i>à la +guerre comme à la guerre</i>. The patients were very overcrowded too, every +corridor was lined with beds, and the sanitars, or orderlies, slept on +straw mattresses in the hall. The hospital had been a large college and +was originally arranged to hold five hundred patients, but after the +last big battle at Soldau every hospital in Warsaw was crammed with +wounded, and more than nine hundred patients had been sent in here and +had to be squeezed into every available corner.</p> + +<p>My work was in the dressing-room, which meant dressing wounds all day +and sometimes well into the night, and whatever time we finished there +were all the dressings <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>for the next day to be cut and prepared before +we could go to bed. The first week was one long nightmare with the awful +struggle for the Russian names of dressings and instruments and with +their different methods of working, but after that I settled down very +happily.</p> + +<p>Sister G. was in the operating-room on the next floor, and she, too, +found that first week a great strain. The other two Sisters who had come +out with us and had been sent to another hospital apparently found the +same, for they returned to England after the first five days, much to my +disappointment, as I had hoped that our little unit of four might have +got a small job of our own later, when we could speak Russian better and +had learnt their ways and customs.</p> + +<p>After the first few days we began to be very busy. In England we should +consider that hospital very badly staffed, as there were only twenty +Sisters to sometimes nearly a thousand patients, all very serious cases +moreover, as we were not supposed to take in the lightly wounded at all +in this hospital. The sanitars, or orderlies, do all <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>that probationers +in an English hospital would do for the patients, and all the heavy +lifting and carrying, so that the work is not very hard though very +continuous. There was no night staff. We all took it in turns to stay up +at night three at a time, so that our turn came about once a week. That +meant being on duty all day, all night, and all the next day, except for +a brief rest and a walk in the afternoon. Most of the Sisters took no +exercise beyond one weekly walk, but we two English people longed for +fresh air, and went out whenever possible even if it was only for ten +minutes. English views on ventilation are not at all accepted in Russia. +It is a great concession to open the windows of the ward for ten minutes +twice a day to air it, and the Sisters were genuinely frightened for the +safety of the patients when I opened the windows of a hot, stuffy ward +one night. "It is <i>never</i> done," they reiterated, "before daylight."</p> + +<p>The Sister Superior was the mainspring of the hospital. She really was a +wonderful person, small and insignificant to look at, except for her +eyes, which looked you through and through and weighed you in <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>the +balance; absolutely true and straight, with a heart of gold, and the +very calmest person in all the world. I remember her, late one evening, +when everybody was rather agitated at a message which had come to say +that 400 patients were on their way to the hospital, and room could only +be made for 200 at the most. "Never mind," she said, not in the least +perturbed, "they must be made as comfortable as possible on stretchers +for the night, and to-morrow we must get some of the others moved away." +And the Sisters took their cue from her, and those 400 patients were all +taken in and looked after with less fuss than the arrival of forty +unexpected patients in most hospitals.</p> + +<p>All night long that procession of shattered men brought in on stretchers +never ceased. The kitchen Sister stayed up all night so that each man +should have some hot soup on arrival, and all the other Sisters were at +their posts. Each man was undressed on the stretcher (often so badly +wounded that all his clothing had to be cut off him) and hastily +examined by the doctor. He was then dressed in a clean cotton shirt and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>trousers and lifted into bed, either to enjoy a bowl of hot soup, or, +if the case was urgent, to be taken off in his turn to the +operating-room. And though she was no longer young and not at all +strong, there was dear Sister Superior herself all night, taking round +the big bowls of soup or sitting beside the dying patients to cheer and +comfort their last hours. How the men loved her.</p> + +<p>It was she who gave the whole tone to the hospital—there the patients +and their welfare were the first consideration and nothing else mattered +in comparison. The hospital was not "smart" or "up to date," the wards +were not even tidy, the staff was inadequate, overworked, and +villainously housed, the resources very scanty, but for sheer +selflessness and utter devotion to their work the staff of that hospital +from top to bottom could not have been surpassed. I never heard a +grumble or a complaint all the time I was there either from a doctor, a +Sister, or an orderly, and I never saw in this hospital a dressing +slurred over, omitted, or done without the usual precautions however +tired or overworked everybody might be.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span></p><p>Of course the art of nursing as practised in England does not exist in +Russia—even the trained Sisters do things every hour that would horrify +us in England. One example of this is their custom of giving strong +narcotic or stimulating drugs indiscriminately, such as morphine, +codeine, camphor, or ether without doctors' orders. When untrained +Sisters and inexperienced dressers do this (which constantly happens) +the results are sometimes very deplorable. I have myself seen a dresser +give a strong hypodermic stimulant to a man with a very serious +hæmorrhage. The bleeding vessel was deep down and very difficult to +find, and the hæmorrhage became so severe after the stimulant that for a +long time his life was despaired of from extreme exhaustion due to loss +of blood. I have also heard a Sister with no training except the two +months' war course say she had given a certain man <i>ten</i> injections of +camphor within an hour because he was so collapsed, but she had not seen +fit to tell the doctor she had done this, nor had she let him know his +patient was so much worse until he was at the point of death. Neither of +these <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span>particular incidents could have happened in the Red Cross +hospital at Warsaw as the Sisters there were properly trained; but even +there they gave drugs at their own sweet will without consulting +anyone—particularly in the night.</p> + +<p>We were so busy at the hospital that we did not see much of Warsaw. To +the casual observer it looks a busy, modern, rather gay capital, but +almost every inch of the city is interesting historically, and nearly +all the pages of that history are red with blood. War, revolutions, and +riots seem to have been almost its normal condition, and the great broad +Vistula that flows sluggishly through it has been many a time before +stained crimson with the blood of its citizens. But this time the war is +being fought under different conditions. Russians and Poles are for the +first time working together with a common aim in view. If the only +outcome of this war was the better mutual understanding of these two +great nations, it would not have been fought entirely in vain.</p> + +<p>When we first arrived the Russians had beaten the Germans back to the +frontier, and every one was elated with the great victory. Now at the +end of October things <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>did not look quite so happy. The people who knew +looked anxious and harassed. The newspapers, as usual, told nothing at +all, but the news which always filters in somehow from mouth to mouth +was not good. Terrific fighting was going on outside Lodz, it was said, +and enormous German reinforcements were being poured in. Warsaw was full +to overflowing with troops going through to reinforce on the Russian +side. A splendid set of men they looked, sturdy, broad-chested, and +hardy—not in the least smart, but practical and efficient in their warm +brown overcoats and big top boots.</p> + +<p>There are two things one notices at once about the Russian soldier. One +is his absolute disregard of appearances. If he is cold he will tie a +red comforter round his head without minding in the least whether he is +in the most fashionable street in Warsaw or in camp at the front. The +other noticeable characteristic is the friendly terms he is on with his +officers. The Prussian soldiers rarely seem to like their officers, and +it is not to be wondered at, as they treat their men in a very harsh, +overbearing way. On duty the Russian discipline is <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>strict, but off duty +an officer may be heard addressing one of his men as "little pigeon" or +"comrade" and other terms of endearment, and the soldier, on the other +hand, will call his officer "little father" or "little brother." I +remember one most touching scene when a soldier servant accompanied his +wounded officer to hospital. The officer was quite a young, +delicate-looking boy, who had been shot through the chest. His servant +was a huge, rough Cossack, who would hardly let any of us touch his +master if he could help it, and stayed by his bed night and day till the +end, when, his great frame heaving with sobs and tears streaming down +the seamed and rugged face, he threw himself over the officer's body and +implored God to let him die too.</p> + +<p>The hospital began to grow empty and the work slackened down, as every +possible patient was sent away to Moscow or Petrograd to make room for +the rush of wounded that must be coming from the Lodz direction. But no +patients arrived, and we heard that the railway communications had been +cut. But this proved to be untrue.</p> + +<p>One Sunday afternoon Sister G. and I, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>being free, betook ourselves to +tea at the Hotel d'Europe—that well-named hostelry which has probably +seen more history made from its windows than any other hotel in Europe. +We favoured it always on Sunday when we could, for not only was a +particularly nice tea to be had, but one could also read there a not +<i>too</i> old French newspaper. I think just at first we felt almost as cut +off from news of what was happening on the English side as we did in +Belgium. No English or French papers could be bought and the Polish and +Russian papers were as sealed books to us, and when I did succeed in +getting some long-suffering person to translate them to me, the news was +naturally chiefly of the doings of the Russian side. Later on I had +English papers sent out to me which kept me in touch with the western +front, and also by that time, too, I could make out the substance of the +Russian papers; but just at first it was very trying not to know what +was going on. We had had tea and had read of an Anglo-French success +near Ypres and returned rested and cheered to the hospital to find +Sister Superior asking for us. She <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span>had had a message from the Red Cross +Office that we were to go to Lodz next day, and were to go at once to +the Hotel Bristol to meet Prince V., who would give us full particulars.</p> + +<p>We went off at once to the Bristol and saw Prince V., but did not get +any particulars—that was not the Prince's way. He was sitting reading +in the lounge when we arrived, a very tall, lean, handsome man with kind +brown eyes and a nose hooked like an eagle's. He greeted us very kindly +and said he would take us to Lodz next day in one of the Red Cross +automobiles, and that we must be ready at 10 <span class="smcap">A. M.</span> I think we +earned his everlasting gratitude by asking no questions as to where and +how we were going to work, but simply said we would be ready at that +time and returned to hospital to pack, fully realizing what lucky people +we were to be going right into the thick of things, and only hoping that +we should rise to the occasion and do the utmost that was expected of +us.</p> + +<p>We were now officially transferred from the hospital to the Flying +Column, of which Prince V. was the head. A flying column <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>works directly +under the head of the Red Cross, and is supposed to go anywhere and do +anything at any hour of the day or night. Our Column consisted of five +automobiles that conveyed us and all our equipment to the place where we +were to work, and then were engaged in fetching in wounded, and taking +them on to the field hospital or ambulance train. The staff consisted of +Prince and Princess V., we two English Sisters, with generally, but not +always, some Russian ones in addition, an English surgeon, Colonel S., +some Russian dressers and students, and some sanitars, or orderlies. The +luggage was a dreadful problem, and the Prince always groaned at the +amount we would take with us, but we could not reduce it, as we had to +carry big cases of cotton-wool, bandages and dressings, anæsthetics, +field sterilizer, operating-theatre equipment, and a certain amount of +stores—such as soap, candles, benzine and tinned food—as the column +would have been quite useless if it had not been to a large extent +self-supporting. Our Column was attached to the Second Army, which +operated on the eastern front of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> Warsaw. The Russian front changes so +much more rapidly than the Anglo-French front, where progress is +reckoned in metres, that these mobile columns are a great feature of +ambulance work here. Our front changed many miles in a week sometimes, +so that units that can move anywhere at an hour's notice are very +useful. The big base hospitals cannot quite fulfil the same need on such +a rapidly changing front.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ</h3> + + +<p>It took us a long time to get to Lodz, though it is not much more than +200 kilometres away. Russian roads are villainously bad anyhow, and the +Germans, though their retreat had been hasty, had had time to destroy +the roads and bridges as they went. Another thing that delayed us were +the enormous reinforcements of troops going up from Warsaw to the front. +It was very interesting to watch the different groups as we passed, +first a Cossack regiment going up, then an immense convoy followed with +about 200 wagons of forage. Just ahead of that we passed the +remounts—sturdy, shaggy Siberian ponies. They are the most delightful +creatures in the world, as tame as a dog, and not much bigger, and many<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +of them of a most unusual and beautiful shade of golden cream. They have +been brought from Siberia by the thousand, and most of the little +had never seen a motor-car before, and pranced and kicked and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +jumped, and went through all kinds of circus tricks as we passed.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 359px;"> +<img src="images/map3.jpg" width="359" height="571" alt="MAP OF THE POLISH FRONT" title="Map of the Polish front" /> +</div> + +<p>As we grew nearer to Lodz it was sad to see a good many dead horses +lying by the roadside, mostly killed by shell-fire. The shells had made +great holes in the road too, and the last part of our journey was like a +ride on a switchback railway. It began to get dark as we came to +Breeziny, where a large number of Russian batteries were stationed. It +looked very jolly there, these large camps of men and horses having +their supper by the light of a camp-fire, with only the distant rumble +of the guns to remind them that they were at war. Two hours later we +jolted into the streets of Lodz.</p> + +<p>Lodz is a large cotton manufacturing town—sometimes called the +Manchester of Poland—but now of course all the factories were closed, +and many destroyed by shell. I should not think it was a very festive +place at the best of times; it looked squalid and grimy, and the large +bulk of its population <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>was made up of the most abject Jews I have ever +seen.</p> + +<p>We had to make a long detour and get into the town by an unfrequented +country road, as Lodz was being heavily bombarded by the German guns. We +were put down at a large building which we were told was the military +hospital. Princess V., Colonel S., and a Russian student were working +hard in the operating-room, and we hastily put on clean overalls and +joined them. They all looked absolutely worn out, and the doctor dropped +asleep between each case; but fresh wounded were being brought in every +minute and there was no one else to help. Lodz was one big hospital. We +heard that there were more than 18,000 wounded there, and I can well +believe it. Every building of any size had been turned into a hospital, +and almost all the supplies of every kind had given out.</p> + +<p>The building we were in had been a day-school, and the top floor was +made up of large airy schoolrooms that were quite suitable for wards. +But the shelling recommenced so violently that the wounded all had to be +moved down to the ground floor <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span>and into the cellars. The place was an +absolute inferno. I could never have imagined anything worse. It was +fearfully cold, and the hospital was not heated at all, for there was no +wood or coal in Lodz, and for the same reason the gas-jets gave out only +the faintest glimmer of light. There was no clean linen, and the poor +fellows were lying there still in their verminous, blood-soaked shirts, +shivering with cold, as we had only one small blanket each for them. +They were lucky if they had a bed at all, for many were lying with only +a little straw between them and the cold stone floor. There were no +basins or towels or anything to wash up with, and no spittoons, so the +men were spitting all over the already filthy floor. In the largest ward +where there were seventy or eighty men lying, there was a lavatory +adjoining which had got blocked up, and a thin stream of dirty water +trickled under the door and meandered in little rivulets all over the +room. The smell was awful, as some of the men had been there already +several days without having had their dressings done.</p> + +<p>This was the state in which the hospital had <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>been handed over to us. It +was a military hospital whose staff had had orders to leave at four +o'clock that morning, and they handed the whole hospital with its 270 +patients over to us just as it was; and we could do very little towards +making it more comfortable for them. The stench of the whole place was +horrible, but it was too cold to do more than open the window for a +minute or two every now and then. It was no one's fault that things were +in such a horrible condition—it was just the force of circumstances and +the fortune of war that the place had been taxed far beyond its possible +capacities.</p> + +<p>All night long the most terribly wounded men were being brought in from +the field, some were already dead when they arrived, others had only a +few minutes to live; all the rest were very cold and wet and exhausted, +and we had <i>nothing</i> to make them comfortable. What a blessing hot-water +bottles would have been—but after all there would have been no hot +water to fill them if we had had them. But the wounded <i>had</i> to be +brought in for shelter somewhere, and at least we had a roof over their +heads, and hot tea to give them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p><p>At 5 <span class="smcap">A. M.</span> there came a lull. The tragic procession ceased for +a while, and we went to lie down. At seven o'clock we were called +again—another batch of wounded was being brought in.</p> + +<p>The shelling had begun again, and was terrific; crash, crash, over our +heads the whole time. A clock-tower close to the hospital was demolished +and windows broken everywhere. The shells were bursting everywhere in +the street, and civilians were being brought in to us severely wounded. +A little child was carried in with half its head blown open, and then an +old Jewish woman with both legs blown off, and a terrible wound in her +chest, who only lived an hour or two. Apparently she suffered no pain, +but was most dreadfully agitated, poor old dear, at having lost her wig +in the transit. They began bringing in so many that we had to stop +civilians being brought in at all, as it was more than we could do to +cope with the wounded soldiers that were being brought in all the time.</p> + +<p>At midday we went to a hotel for a meal. There was very, very little +food left in Lodz, but they brought what they could. Coming <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span>back to the +hospital we tried everywhere to get some bread, but there was none to be +had anywhere—all the provision shops were quite empty, and the +inhabitants looked miserable and starved, the Jewish population +particularly so, though they were probably not among the poorest.</p> + +<p>On our way back a shell burst quite close to us in the street, but no +one was hurt. These shells make a most horrible scream before bursting, +like an animal in pain. Ordinarily I am the most dreadful coward in the +world about loud noises—I even hate a sham thunderstorm in a +theatre—but here somehow the shells were so part of the whole thing +that one did not realize that all this was happening to <i>us</i>, one felt +rather like a disinterested spectator at a far-off dream. It was +probably partly due to want of sleep; one's hands did the work, but +one's mind was mercifully numbed. Mercifully, for it was more like hell +than anything I can imagine. The never-ending processions of groaning +men being brought in on those horrible blood-soaked stretchers, +suffering unimagined tortures, the filth, the cold, the stench, the +hunger, the vermin, and the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span>squalor of it all, added to one's utter +helplessness to do more than very little to relieve their misery, was +almost enough to make even Satan weep.</p> + +<p>On the third day after our arrival a young Russian doctor and some +Russian sisters arrived to relieve us for a few hours, and we most +thankfully went to bed—at least it was not a bed in the ordinary sense, +but a wire bedstead on which we lay down in all our clothes; but we were +very comfortable all the same.</p> + +<p>When we woke up we were told that the military authorities had given +orders for the patients to be evacuated, and that Red Cross carts were +coming all night to take them away to the station, where some ambulance +trains awaited them. So we worked hard all night to get the dressings +done before the men were sent away, and as we finished each case, he was +carried down to the hall to await his turn to go; but it was very +difficult as all the time they were bringing in fresh cases as fast as +they were taking the others away, and alas! many had to go off without +having had their dressings done at all. The next afternoon <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>we were +still taking in, when we got another order that all the fresh patients +were to be evacuated and the hospital closed, as the Russians had +decided to retire from Lodz. Again we worked all night, and by ten the +next morning we had got all the patients away. The sanitars collected +all the bedding in the yard to be burnt, the bedsteads were piled high +on one another, and we opened all the windows wide to let the clean cold +wind blow over everything.</p> + +<p>We had all our own dressings and equipment to pack, and were all just +about at our last gasp from want of food and sleep, when a very kind +Polish lady came and carried princess, we two Sisters, and Colonel S. +off to her house, where she had prepared bedrooms for us. I never looked +forward to anything so much in my life as I did to my bed that night. +Our hostess simply heaped benefits on us by preparing us each a hot bath +in turn. We had not washed or had our clothes off since we came to Lodz, +and were covered with vermin which had come to us from the patients; men +and officers alike suffer terribly from this plague of insects, which +really do make one's life a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>burden. There are three varieties commonly +met with: ordinary fleas that no one minds in the least; white insects +that are the commonest and live in the folds of one's clothes, whose +young are most difficult to find, and who grow middle-aged and very +hungry in a single night; and, lastly, the red insects with a good many +legs, which are much less numerous but much more ravenous than the other +kinds.</p> + +<p>After the bath and the hunt, we sat down to a delicious supper, and were +looking forward to a still more delicious night in bed, when suddenly +Prince V. arrived and said we must leave at once. We guessed instantly +that the Germans must be very near, but that he did not wish us to ask +questions, as it seemed very mean to go off ourselves and leave our kind +hosts without a word of explanation, though of course we could only obey +orders. So we left our unfinished supper and quickly collected our +belongings and took them to the hotel where our Red Cross car should +have been waiting for us. But the Red Cross authorities had sent off our +car with some wounded, which of course was just as it should be, and we +were promised <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span>another "seechas," which literally translated signifies +"immediately," but in Russia means to-day or to-morrow or not at all.</p> + +<p>"Let us come into the hotel and get a meal while we wait," suggested the +Prince, mindful of our uneaten supper, and we followed him to the +restaurant—still mourning those beautiful beds we had left behind us, +and so tired we didn't much care whether the Germans came or not. +Nothing can express utter desolation much more nakedly than a Grand +Hotel that has been through a week or two's bombardment. Here indeed +were the mighty fallen. A large hole was ripped out of the wall of the +big restaurant, close to the alcove where the band used to play while +the smart people dined. An elaborate wine-list still graced each little +table, but coffee made from rye bread crusts mixed with a little chicory +was the only drink that a few white-faced waiters who crept about the +room like shadows could apologetically offer us. We sat there till +nearly 3 <span class="smcap">A. M.</span>, and Colonel S., utterly worn out, was fast +asleep with his head on the little table, and there was no sign of any +car, or of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span>any Germans, so we went to lie down till morning.</p> + +<p>In the morning things began to look cheerful. The Germans had still not +arrived, our own car turned up, and best of all the Prince heard +officially that every wounded man who was at all transportable had now +been successfully got out of Lodz. It was a gigantic task, this +evacuation of over 18,000 wounded in four days, and it is a great +feather in the Russian cap to have achieved it so successfully.</p> + +<p>It was a most lovely day with a soft blue sky, and all the world bathed +in winter sunshine. Shelling had ceased during the night, but began +again with terrific force in the morning, and we started off under a +perfect hail of shells. There were four German aeroplanes hovering just +above us, throwing down bombs at short intervals. The shells aimed at +them looked so innocent, like little white puff-balls bursting up in the +blue sky. We hoped they would be brought down, but they were too high +for that. The bombs were only a little diversion of theirs by the +way—they were really trying to locate the Russian battery, as they were +evidently <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span>making signals to their own headquarters. Danger always adds +a spice to every entertainment, and as the wounded were all out and we +had nobody but ourselves to think about, we could enjoy our thrilling +departure from Lodz under heavy fire to the uttermost. And I must say I +have rarely enjoyed anything more. It was simply glorious spinning along +in that car, and we got out safely without anyone being hurt.</p> + +<p>We passed through Breeziny, where the tail-end of a battle was going on, +and the Prince stopped the car for a few minutes so that we could see +the men in the trenches. On our way we passed crowds of terrified +refugees hurrying along the road with their few possessions on their +backs or in their arms; it reminded me of those sad processions of +flying peasants in Belgium, but I think these were mostly much poorer, +and had not so much to lose. Just as the sun was setting we stopped for +a rest at a place the Prince knew of, half inn, half farm-house. We +looked back, and the sky was bloody and lurid over the western plain +where Lodz lay. To us it seemed like an ill omen for the unhappy town, +but it may be that the Germans <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span>took those flaming clouds to mean that +even the heavens themselves were illuminated to signal their victory.</p> + +<p>Some bread and some pale golden Hungarian Tokay were produced by our +host for our refreshment. The latter was delicious, but it must have +been much more potent than it looked, for though I only had one small +glass of it, I collapsed altogether afterwards, and lay on the floor of +the car, and could not move till the lights of Warsaw were in sight. In +a few minutes more we arrived at the Hotel Bristol, and then the Flying +Column went to bed at last.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p> +<h3>IX</h3> + +<h3>MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN</h3> + + +<p>The Grand Duchess Cyril happened to be staying at the Hotel Bristol too. +Like most of the other members of the Russian Royal Family, since the +beginning of the war she has been devoting her whole time to helping +wounded soldiers, and is the centre of a whole network of activities. +She has a large hospital in Warsaw for men and officers, a very +efficient ambulance train that can hold 800 wounded, and one of the best +surgeons in Petrograd working on it, and a provision train which sets up +feeding-stations for the troops and for refugees in places where food is +very scarce, which last is an indescribable boon to all who benefit by +it. The Grand Duchess's hospital in Warsaw, like every other just at +this time, was crammed to overflowing with wounded from Lodz, and the +staff <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span>was inadequate to meet this unexpected need.</p> + +<p>The Grand Duchess met Princess V. in the lounge just as we arrived from +Lodz, and begged that our Column might go and help for a time at her +hospital. Accordingly, the next day, the consent of the Red Cross Office +having been obtained, we went off to the Grand Duchess's hospital for a +time to supplement and relieve their staff. They met us with open arms, +as they were all very tired and very thankful for our help. They only +had room for fifty patients and had had about 150 brought in. +Fortunately the Grand Duchess's ambulance train had just come back to +Warsaw, so the most convalescent of the old cases were taken off to +Petrograd, but even then we were working in the operating-theatre till +twelve or one every night. They hoped we had come for two or three weeks +and were very disgusted when, in five days' time, the order came for us +to go off to Skiernevice with the automobiles. The hospital staff gave +us such a nice send-off, and openly wished that they belonged to a +flying column too. I must say it was very interesting these <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span>startings +off into the unknown, with our little fleet of automobiles containing +ourselves and our equipment. We made a very flourishing start out of +Warsaw, but very soon plunged into an appalling mess of mud. One could +really write an epic poem on Russian roads. At the best of times they +are awful; on this particular occasion they were full of large holes +made by shells and covered with thick swampy mud that had been snow the +week before. It delayed us so much that we did not get to Skiernevice +till late that night.</p> + +<p>Skiernevice is a small town, important chiefly as a railway junction, as +two lines branch off here towards Germany and Austria north-west and +south-west. The Tsar has a shooting-box here in the midst of beautiful +woods, and two rooms had been set apart in this house for our Column.</p> + +<p>We arrived late in the evening, secretly hoping that we should get a +night in bed, and were rather rejoiced at finding that there were no +wounded there at all at present, though a large contingent was expected +later. So we camped in the two <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span>rooms allotted to us: Princess, Sister +G., and myself in one, and all the men of the party in the other. No +wounded arrived for two or three days, and we thoroughly enjoyed the +rest and, above all, the beautiful woods. How delicious the pines smelt +after that horrible Lodz. Twice a day we used to go down the railway +line, where there was a restaurant car for the officers; it seemed odd +to be eating our meals in the Berlin-Warsaw International Restaurant +Car. There was always something interesting going on at the station. One +day a regiment from Warsaw had just been detrained there when a German +Taube came sailing over the station throwing down grenades. Every man +immediately began to fire up in the air, and we ran much more risk of +being killed by a Russian bullet than by the German Taube. It was like +being in the middle of a battle, and I much regretted I had not my +camera with me. Another day all the débris of a battlefield had been +picked up and was lying in piles in the station waiting to be sent off +to Warsaw. There were truck-loads of stuff; German and Russian +overcoats, boots, rifles, water-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span>bottles, caps, swords, and helmets and +all sorts of miscellaneous kit.</p> + +<p>We often saw gangs of prisoners, mostly Austrian, but some German, and +they always seemed well treated by the Russians. The Austrian prisoners +nearly always looked very miserable, cold, hungry, and worn out. Once we +saw a spy being put into the train to go to Warsaw, I suppose to be +shot—an old Jewish man with white hair in a long, black gaberdine, +strips of coloured paper still in his hand with which he had been caught +signalling to the Germans. <i>How</i> angry the soldiers were with him—one +gave him a great punch in the back, another kicked him up into the +train, and a soldier on the platform who saw what was happening ran as +fast as he could and was just in time to give him a parting hit on the +shoulder. The old man did not cry out or attempt to retaliate, but his +face was ashy-white with terror, and one of his hands was dripping with +blood. It was a very horrible sight and haunted me all the rest of the +day. It was quite right that he should be shot as a spy, but the +unnecessary cruelty first sickened me.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span></p><p>There were masses of troops constantly going up to the positions from +Skiernevice, and as there was a short cut through the park, which they +generally used, we could see all that was going on from our rooms. On +Sunday it was evident that another big battle was pending. Several +batteries went up through our woods, each gun-carriage almost up to its +axles in mud, dragged by eight strong horses. They were followed by a +regiment of Cossacks, looking very fierce in their great black fur +head-dresses, huge sheep-skin coats, and long spears. There was one +small Cossack boy who was riding out with his father to the front and +who could not have been more than eleven or twelve years old. There are +quite a number of young boys at the front who make themselves very +useful in taking messages, carrying ammunition, and so on. We had one +little boy of thirteen in the hospital at Warsaw, who was badly wounded +while carrying a message to the colonel, and he was afterwards awarded +the St. George's Cross.</p> + +<p>There were enormous numbers of other troops too: Siberians, Tartars, +Asiatic<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> Russians from Turkestan, Caucasians in their beautiful +black-and-silver uniforms, Little Russians from the south, and great +fair-haired giants from the north.</p> + +<p>The little Catholic Church in the village was full to overflowing at the +early Mass that Sunday morning with men in full marching kit on their +way out to the trenches. A very large number of them made their +Confession and received the Blessed Sacrament before starting out, and +for many, many of these it was their Viaticum, for the great battle +began that afternoon, and few of the gallant fellows we saw going up to +the trenches that morning ever returned again.</p> + +<p>That afternoon the Prince had business at the Staff Headquarters out +beyond Lowice, and I went out there in the automobile with him and +Monsieur Goochkoff. We went through Lowice on the way there. The little +town had been severely bombarded (it was taken two or three days later +by the Germans), and we met many of the peasants hurrying away from it +carrying their possessions with them. You may know the peasants of +Lowice anywhere by their <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span>distinctive dress, which is the most +brilliantly coloured peasant dress imaginable. The women wear gorgeous +petticoats of orange, red and blue, or green in vertical stripes and a +cape of the same material over their shoulders, a bright-coloured shawl, +generally orange, on their heads, and brilliant bootlaces—magenta is +the colour most affected. The men, too, wear trousers of the same kind +of vertical stripes, generally of orange and black. These splashes of +bright colour are delicious in this sad, grey country.</p> + +<p>The General of the Staff was quartered at Radzivilow Castle, and I +explored the place while the Prince and Monsieur Goochkoff did their +business. The old, dark hall, with armour hanging on the walls and +worm-eaten furniture covered with priceless tapestry, would have made a +splendid picture. A huge log fire burning on the open hearth lighted up +the dark faces of the two Turkestan soldiers who were standing on guard +at the door. In one corner a young lieutenant was taking interminable +messages from the field telephone, and under the window another +Turkestan soldier stood <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>sharpening his dagger. The Prince asked him +what he was doing, and his dark face lighted up. "Every night at eight," +he said, still sharpening busily, "I go out and kill some Germans." The +men of this Turkestan regiment are said to be extraordinarily brave men. +They do not care at all about a rifle, but prefer to be at closer +quarters with the enemy with their two-edged dagger, and the Germans +like them as little as they like our own Gurkhas and Sikhs.</p> + +<p>The next day the wounded began to arrive in Skiernevice, and in two +days' time the temporary hospital was full.</p> + +<p>The Tsar had a private theatre at Skiernevice with a little separate +station of its own about 200 yards farther down the line than the +ordinary station, and in many ways this made quite a suitable hospital +except for the want of a proper water-supply.</p> + +<p>The next thing we heard was that the Russian General had decided to fall +back once more, and we must be prepared to move at any moment.</p> + +<p>All that day we heard violent cannonading <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span>going on and all the next +night, though the hospital was already full, the little country carts +came in one after another filled with wounded. They were to only stay +one night, as in the morning ambulance trains were coming to take them +all away, and we had orders to follow as soon as the last patient had +gone. Another operating- and dressing-room was quickly improvised, but +even with the two going hard all night it was difficult to keep pace +with the number brought in.</p> + +<p>The scenery had never been taken down after the last dramatic +performance played in the theatre, and wounded men lay everywhere +between the wings and drop scenes. The auditorium was packed so closely +that you could hardly get between the men without treading on some one's +hands and feet as they lay on the floor. The light had given out—in the +two dressing-rooms there were oil-lamps, but in the rest of the place we +had to make do with candle-ends stuck into bottles. The foyer had been +made into a splendid kitchen, where hot tea and boiling soup could be +got all night through. This department was worked by the local Red<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +Cross Society, and was a great credit to them.</p> + +<p>About eight o'clock in the morning the first ambulance train came in, +and was quickly filled with patients. We heard that the Germans were now +very near, and hoped we should manage to get away all the wounded before +they arrived.</p> + +<p>The second train came up about eleven, and by that time a fierce rifle +encounter was going on. From the hospital window we could see the +Russian troops firing from the trenches near the railway. Soon there was +a violent explosion that shook the place; this was the Russians blowing +up the railway bridge on the western side of the station.</p> + +<p>The second train went off, and there were very few patients left now, +though some were still being brought in at intervals by the Red Cross +carts. Our automobiles had started off to Warsaw with some wounded +officers, but the rest of the column had orders to go to Zyradow by the +last train to leave Skiernevice.</p> + +<p>The sanitars now began to pack up the hospital; we did not mean to leave +anything behind for the enemy if we could help it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> The few bedsteads +were taken to pieces and tied up, the stretchers put together and the +blankets tied up in bundles. When the last ambulance train came up about +2 <span class="smcap">P. M.</span> the patients were first put in, and then every portable +object that could be removed was packed into the train too. At the last +moment, when the train was just about to start, one of the sanitars ran +back and triumphantly brought out a pile of dirty soup plates to add to +the collection. Nothing was left in the hospital but two dead men we had +not time to bury.</p> + +<p>The wounded were all going to Warsaw and the other Russian Sisters went +on in the train with them. But our destination was Zyradow, only the +next station but one down the line.</p> + +<p>When we arrived at Zyradow about three o'clock we were looking forward +to a bath and tea and bed, as we had been up all night and were very +tired; but the train most unkindly dropped us about a quarter of a mile +from the station, and we had to get out all our equipment and heavy +cases of dressings, and put them at the side of the line, while Julian, +the Prince's soldier servant, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span>went off to try and find a man and a cart +for the things. There was a steady downpour of rain, and we were soaked +by the time he came back saying that there was nothing to be had at all. +The station was all in crumbling ruins, so we could not leave the things +there, and our precious dressings were beginning to get wet. Finally we +got permission to put them in a closed cinema theatre near the station, +but it was dark by that time, and we were wet and cold and began once +more to centre our thoughts on baths and tea. We were a small +party—only six of us—Princess, we two Sisters, Colonel S., a Russian +dresser, and Julian. We caught a local Red Crosser. "Where is the +hotel?" "There is no hotel here." "Where can we lodge for to-night?" "I +don't know where you could lodge." "Where is the Red Cross Bureau?" +asked Princess, in desperation. "About a quarter of an hour's walk. I +will show you the way."</p> + +<p>We got to the Red Cross Bureau to find that Monsieur Goochkoff had not +yet arrived, though he was expected, and they could offer no solution of +our difficulties, except <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span>to advise us to go to the Factory Hospital and +see if they could make any arrangement for us. The Matron there was +<i>very</i> kind, and telephoned to every one she could think of, and finally +got a message that we were expected, and were to sleep at the Reserve. +So we trudged once more through the mud and rain. The "Reserve" was two +small, empty rooms, where thirty Sisters were going to pass the night. +They had no beds, and not even straw, but were just going to lie on the +floor in their clothes. There was obviously no room for six more of us, +and finally we went back once more to the Red Cross Bureau. Princess +seized an empty room, and announced that we were going to sleep in it. +We were told we couldn't, as it had been reserved for somebody else; but +we didn't care, and got some patients' stretchers from the depot and lay +down on them in our wet clothes just as we were. In the middle of the +night the "somebody" for whom the room had been kept arrived, strode +into the room, and turned up the electric light. The others were really +asleep, and I pretended to be. He had a good look at us, and then strode +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span>out again grunting. We woke up every five minutes, it was so dreadfully +cold, and though we were so tired, I was not sorry when it was time to +get up.</p> + +<p>We had breakfast at a dirty little restaurant in the town, and then got +a message from the Red Cross that there would be nothing for us to do +that day, but that we were probably going to be sent to Radzowill the +following morning. So we decided to go off to the Factory Hospital and +see if we could persuade the Matron to let us have a bath there.</p> + +<p>Zyradow is one very large cotton and woollen factory, employing about +5000 hands. In Russia it is the good law that for every hundred workmen +employed there shall be one hospital bed provided. In the small +factories a few beds in the local hospital are generally subsidized, in +larger ones they usually find it more convenient to have their own. So +here there was a very nice little hospital with fifty beds, which had +been stretched now to hold twice as many more, as a great many wounded +had to be sent in here. The Matron is a Pole of Scottish extraction, and +spoke fluent but <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span>quite foreign English with a strong Scotch accent. +There are a good many Scotch families here, who came over and settled in +Poland about a hundred years ago, and who are all engaged in different +departments in the factory. She was kindness itself, and gave us tea +first and then prepared a hot bath for us all in turn. We got rid of +most of our tormentors and were at peace once more.</p> + +<p>As we left the hospital we met three footsore soldiers whose boots were +absolutely worn right through. They were coming up to the hospital to +see if the Matron had any dead men's boots that would fit them. It +sounded rather gruesome—but she told us that that was quite a common +errand. The Russian military boots are excellent, but, of course, all +boots wear out very quickly under such trying circumstances of roads and +weather. They are top boots, strong and waterproof, and very often made +by the men themselves. The uniform, too, is very practical and so strong +that the men have told me that carpets are made from the material. The +colour is browner than our own khaki—and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span>quite different both from the +German, which is much greyer, and the Austrian, which is almost blue. I +heard in Belgium that at the beginning of the war German soldiers were +constantly mistaken for our men.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p> +<h3>X</h3> + +<h3>BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW</h3> + + +<p>The next morning we went up to Radzivilow. It is the next station to +Skiernevice, and there was very heavy fighting going on there when we +went up. We were told we were going up on an armoured train, which +sounded very thrilling, but when we got to the station we only found a +quite ordinary carriage put on to the engine to take us up. The Russian +battery was at that time at the south of the railway line, the German +battery on the north of it—and we were in the centre of the sandwich. +At Zyradow these cannon sounded distant, but as we neared Radzivilow the +guns were crashing away as they did at Lodz, and we prepared for a hot +time. The station had been entirely wrecked and was simply in ruins, but +the station-master's house near by was still intact, and we had orders +to rig up a temporary dressing-station there.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span></p><p>Before we had time to unpack our dressings, a messenger arrived to tell +us that the Germans had succeeded in enfilading a Russian trench close +by, and that they were bringing fifty very badly wounded men to us +almost at once. We had just time to start the sterilizer when the little +carts began to arrive with some terribly wounded men. The machine guns +had simply swept the trench from end to end. The worst of it was that +some lived for hours when death would have been a more merciful release. +Thank God we had plenty of morphia with us and could thus ease their +terrible sufferings. One man had practically his whole face blown off, +another had all his clothes and the flesh of his back all torn away. +Another poor old fellow was brought in with nine wounds in the abdomen. +He looked quite a patriarch with a long flowing beard—quite the oldest +man I have seen in the Russian army. Poor Ivan, he had only just been +called up to the front and this was his first battle. He was beautifully +dressed, and so clean; his wife had prepared everything for him with +such loving care, a warm knitted vest, and a white linen shirt most +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>beautifully embroidered with scarlet in a intricate key-pattern. Ivan +was almost more unhappy at his wife's beautiful work having to be cut +than at his own terrible wounds. He was quite conscious and not in much +pain, and did so long to live even a week or two longer, so that he +might see his wife once again. But it was not to be, and he died early +the next morning—one of the dearest old men one could ever meet, and so +pathetically grateful for the very little we could do for him.</p> + +<p>The shells were crashing over our heads and bursting everywhere, but we +were too busy to heed them, as more and more men were brought to the +dressing-station. It was an awful problem what to do with them: the +house was small and we were using the two biggest rooms downstairs as +operating-and dressing-rooms. Straw was procured and laid on the floors +of all the little rooms upstairs, and after each man's wounds were +dressed he was carried with difficulty up the narrow winding staircase +and laid on the floor.</p> + +<p>The day wore on and as it got dark we began to do the work under great +difficulties, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span>for there were no shutters or blinds to the upstairs +windows, and we dared not have any light—even a candle—there, as it +would have brought down the German fire on us at once. So those poor men +had to lie up there in the pitch dark, and one of us went round from +time to time with a little electric torch. Downstairs we managed to +darken the windows, but the dressings and operations had all to be done +by candle-light.</p> + +<p>The Germans were constantly sending up rockets of blue fire which +illuminated the whole place, and we were afraid every moment they would +find us out. Some of the shells had set houses near by on fire too, and +the sky was lighted up with a dull red glow. The carts bringing the men +showed no lights, and they were lifted out in the dark when they arrived +and laid in rows in the lobby till we had time to see to them. By nine +o'clock that evening we had more than 300 men, and were thankful to see +an ambulance train coming up the line to take them away. The sanitars +had a difficult job getting these poor men downstairs and carrying them +to the train, which was quite dark too. But the men were <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span>thankful +themselves to get away, I think—it was nerve-racking work for them, +lying wounded in that little house with the shells bursting continually +over it.</p> + +<p>All night long the men were being brought in from the trenches. About +four in the morning there was a little lull and some one made tea. I +wonder what people in England would have thought if they had seen us at +that meal. We had it in the stuffy dressing-room where we had been +working without a stop for sixteen hours with tightly closed windows, +and every smell that can be imagined pervading it, the floor covered +with mud, blood and débris of dressings wherever there were not +stretchers on which were men who had just been operated on. The meal of +milkless tea, black bread, and cheese, was spread on a sterilized towel +on the operating-table, illuminated by two candles stuck in bottles. +Princess sat in the only chair, and the rest of us eased our weary feet +by sitting on the edge of the dressing-boxes. Two dead soldiers lay at +our feet—it was not safe just at that moment to take them out and bury +them. People would probably ask how we <i>could</i> eat under those +conditions. I don't <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span>know how we could either, but we <i>did</i> and were +thankful for it—for immediately after another rush began.</p> + +<p>At eleven o'clock in the morning another ambulance train arrived and was +quickly filled. By that time we had had more than 750 patients through +our hands, and they were still being brought in large numbers. The +fighting must have been terrific, for the men were absolutely worn out +when they arrived, and fell asleep at once from exhaustion, in spite of +their wounds. Some of them must have been a long time in the trenches, +for many were in a terribly verminous condition. On one poor boy with a +smashed leg the insects could have only been counted by the million. +About ten minutes after his dressing was done, his white bandage was +quite grey with the army of invaders that had collected on it from his +other garments.</p> + +<p>Early that afternoon we got a message that another Column was coming to +relieve us, and that we were to return to Zyradow for a rest. We were +very sorry to leave our little dressing-station, but rejoiced to hear +that we were to go up again in two days' time to relieve this second +Column, and that we <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span>were to work alternately with them, forty-eight +hours on, and then forty-eight hours off duty.</p> + +<p>We had left Zyradow rather quiet, but when we came back we found the +cannon going hard, both from the Radzivilow and the Goosof direction. It +would have taken much more than cannon to keep <i>us</i> awake, however, and +we lay down most gratefully on our stretchers in the empty room at the +Red Cross Bureau and slept. A forty-eight hours' spell is rather long +for the staff, though probably there would have been great difficulty in +changing the Columns more often.</p> + +<p>I woke up in the evening to hear the church bells ringing, and +remembered that it was Christmas Eve and that they were ringing for the +Midnight Mass, so I got up quickly. The large church was packed with +people, every one of the little side chapels was full and people were +even sitting on the altar steps. There must have been three or four +thousand people there, most of them of course the people of the place, +but also soldiers, Red Cross workers and many refugees mostly from +Lowice. Poor people, it was a sad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> Christmas for them—having lost so +much already and not knowing from day to day if they would lose all, as +at that time it was a question whether or not the Russian authorities +would decide for strategic reasons to fall back once more.</p> + +<p>And then twelve o'clock struck and the Mass began.</p> + +<p>Soon a young priest got up into the pulpit and gave them a little +sermon. It was in Polish, but though I could not understand the words, I +could tell from the people's faces what it was about. When he spoke of +the horrors of war, the losses and the deaths and the suffering that had +come to so many of them, one woman put her apron to her face and sobbed +aloud in the tense silence. And in a moment the whole congregation began +sobbing and moaning and swaying themselves to and fro. The young priest +stopped and left them alone a moment or two, and then began to speak in +a low persuasive voice. I do not know what he said, but he gradually +soothed them and made them happy. And then the organ began pealing out +triumphantly, and while the guns crashed and thundered outside, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span>the +choir within sang of peace and goodwill to all men.</p> + +<p>Christmas Day was a very mournful one for us, as we heard of the loss of +our new and best automobile, which had just been given as a present to +the Column. One of the boys was taking it to Warsaw from Skiernevice +with some wounded officers, and it had broken down just outside the +village. The mud was awful, and with the very greatest difficulty they +managed to get it towed as far as Rawa, but had to finally abandon it to +the Germans, though fortunately they got off safely themselves. It was a +great blow to the Column, as it was impossible to replace it, these big +ambulance cars costing something like 8000 roubles.</p> + +<p>So our Christmas dinner eaten at our usual dirty little restaurant could +not be called a success.</p> + +<p>Food was very scarce at that time in Zyradow; there was hardly any meat +or sugar, and no milk or eggs or white bread. One of us had brought a +cake for Christmas from Warsaw weeks before, and it was partaken of on +this melancholy occasion without enthusiasm. Even the punch made <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span>out of +a teaspoonful of brandy from the bottom of Princess's flask mixed with +about a pint of water and two lumps of sugar failed to move us to any +hilarity. Our menu did not vary in any particular from that usually +provided at the restaurant, though we did feel we might have had a clean +cloth for once.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='center'>MENU</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Christmas</span> 1914</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'><hr style="margin:0; width:3em;" /></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Gravy Soup.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Roast Horse. Boiled Potatoes.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Currant Cake.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='center'>Tea. Punch.</td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<p>We were very glad to go up to Radzivilow once more. Our former +dressing-station had been abandoned as too dangerous for staff and +patients, and the dressing- and operating-room was now in a train about +five versts down the line from Radzivilow station. Our train was a +permanency on the line, and we lived and worked in it, while twice a day +an ambulance train came up, our wounded were transferred to it and taken +away, and we filled up once more. We found <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span>things fairly quiet this +time when we went up. The Germans had been making some very fierce +attacks, trying to cross the river Rawka, and therefore their losses +must have been very heavy, but the Russians were merely holding their +ground, and so there were comparatively few wounded on our side. This +time we were able to divide up into shifts for the work—a luxury we +were very seldom able to indulge in.</p> + +<p>We had previously made great friends with a Siberian captain, and we +found to our delight that he was living in a little hut close to our +train. He asked me one day if I would like to go up to the positions +with him and take some Christmas presents round to the men. Of course I +was more than delighted, and as he was going up that night and I was not +on duty, the general very kindly gave permission for me to go up too. In +the end Colonel S. and one of the Russian Sisters accompanied us as +well. The captain got a rough cart and horse to take us part of the way, +and he and another man rode on horseback beside us. We started off about +ten o'clock, a very bright moonlight night—so bright that we had to +take off our brassards <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span>and anything that could have shown up white +against the dark background of the woods. We drove as far as the +pine-woods in which the Russian positions were, and left the cart and +horses in charge of a Cossack while we were away. The general had +intended that we should see the reserve trenches, but we had seen plenty +of them before, and our captain meant that we should see all the fun +that was going, so he took us right up to the front positions. We went +through the wood silently in single file, taking care that if possible +not even a twig should crackle under our feet, till we came to the very +front trenches at the edge of the wood. We crouched down and watched for +some time. Everything was brilliantly illuminated by the moonlight, and +we had to be very careful not to show ourselves. A very fierce German +attack was going on, and the bullets were pattering like hail on the +trees all round us. We could see nothing for some time but the smoke of +the rifles.</p> + +<p>The Germans were only about a hundred yards away from us at this time, +and we could see the river Rawka glittering below in the moonlight. What +an absurd little <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span>river to have so much fighting about. That night it +looked as if we could easily wade across it. The captain made a sign, +and we crept with him along the edge of the wood, till we got to a +Siberian officer's dug-out. At first we could not see anything, then we +saw a hole between two bushes, and after slithering backwards down the +hole, we got into a sort of cave that had been roofed in with poles and +branches, and was absolutely invisible a few steps away. It was +fearfully hot and frowzy—a little stove in the corner threw out a great +heat, and the men all began to smoke, which made it worse.</p> + +<p>We stayed a while talking, and then crawled along to visit one of the +men's dug-outs, a German bullet just missing us as we passed, and +burying itself in a tree. There were six men already in the dug-out, so +we did not attempt to get in, but gave them tobacco and matches, for +which they were very grateful. These men had an "ikon" or sacred picture +hanging up inside their cave; the Russian soldiers on active service +carry a regimental ikon, and many carry them in their pockets too. One +man had his life saved by his ikon. He showed <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span>it to us; the bullet had +gone just between the Mother and the Child, and was embedded in the +wood.</p> + +<p>It was all intensely interesting, and we left the positions with great +reluctance, to return through the moonlit pine-woods till we reached our +cart. We had indeed made a night of it, for it was five o'clock in the +morning when we got back to the train once more, and both the doctor and +I were on duty again at eight. But it was well worth losing a night's +sleep to go up to the positions during a violent German attack. I wonder +what the general would have said if he had known!</p> + +<p>We finished our forty-eight hours' duty and returned once more to +Zyradow. I was always loth to leave Radzivilow. The work there was +splendid, and there more than anywhere else I have been to one feels the +war as a High Adventure.</p> + +<p>War would be the most glorious game in the world if it were not for the +killing and wounding. In it one tastes the joy of comradeship to the +full, the taking and giving, and helping and being helped in a way that +would be impossible to conceive in the or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span>dinary world. At Radzivilow, +too, one could see the poetry of war, the zest of the frosty mornings, +and the delight of the camp-fire at night, the warm, clean smell of the +horses tethered everywhere, the keen hunger, the rough food sweetened by +the sauce of danger, the riding out in high hope in the morning; even +the returning wounded in the evening did not seem altogether such a bad +thing out there. One has to die some time, and the Russian peasants +esteem it a high honour to die for their "little Mother" as they call +their country. The vision of the High Adventure is not often vouchsafed +to one, but it is a good thing to have had it—it carries one through +many a night at the shambles. Radzivilow is the only place it came to +me. In Belgium one's heart was wrung by the poignancy of it all, its +littleness and defencelessness; in Lodz one could see nothing for the +squalor and "frightfulness"; in other places the ruined villages, the +flight of the dazed, terrified peasants show one of the darkest sides of +war.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>It was New Year's Eve when we returned to Zyradow, and found ourselves +billeted in a <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span>new house where there was not only a bed each, but a +bathroom and a bath. Imagine what that meant to people who had not +undressed at night for more than three weeks.</p> + +<p>Midnight struck as we were having supper, and we drank the health of the +New Year in many glasses of tea. What would the lifted veil of time +disclose in this momentous year just opening for us?</p> + +<p>It did not begin particularly auspiciously for me, for within the first +few days of it I got a wound in the leg from a bit of shrapnel, was +nearly killed by a bomb from a German Taube, and caught a very bad chill +and had to go to bed with pleurisy—all of which happenings gave me +leisure to write this little account of my adventures.</p> + +<p>The bomb from the Taube was certainly the nearest escape I am ever +likely to have in this world. I was walking over a piece of open ground, +saw nothing, heard nothing, was dreaming in fact, when suddenly I heard +a whirring overhead, and just above me was a German aeroplane. Before I +had time to think, down came a bomb with a fearful explosion. I could +not see anything for a minute, and then the smoke cleared away, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span>and I +was standing at the edge of a large hole. The bomb had fallen into a bed +of soft mud, and exploded upwards. Some soldiers who were not very far +off rushed to see if I were killed, and were very surprised to find that +I was practically unhurt. A bomb thrown that same afternoon that +exploded on the pavement killed and wounded nine people.</p> + +<p>The wound was from a stray bit of shrapnel and was only a trifle, +fortunately, and soon healed. The pleurisy was a longer job and +compelled me to go to bed for a fortnight. I was very miserable at being +the only idle person I knew, till it occurred to me to spend my time in +writing this little book, and a subsequent short holiday in Petrograd +enabled me to finish it.</p> + +<p>My enforced holiday is over now and I am on my way back to my beloved +column once more—to the life on the open road—with its joys and +sorrows, its comradeship, its pain and its inexplicable happiness—back +once more to exchange the pen for the more ready weapon of the forceps.</p> + +<p>And so I will leave this brief account of what I have seen in this great +war. I know <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span>better than anyone can tell me what an imperfect sketch it +is, but the history of the war will have to be studied from a great many +different angles before a picture of it will be able to be presented in +its true perspective, and it may be that this particular angle will be +of some little interest to those who are interested in Red Cross work in +different countries. Those who are workers themselves will forgive the +roughness of the sketch, which was written during my illness in snatches +and at odd times, on all sorts of stray pieces of paper and far from any +books of reference; they will perhaps forget the imperfections in +remembering that it has been written close to the turmoil of the +battlefield, to the continual music of the cannon and the steady tramp +of feet marching past my window.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span></p> +<h2>Index</h2> + +<p> +Aeroplanes, Taube, <a href="#Page_145">145</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">throwing down proclamations, <a href="#Page_53">53</a></span><br /> + +<i>Affiches</i>, of the Burgomaster of Antwerp, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of the Burgomaster of Brussels, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_181">181</a>, <a href="#Page_182">182</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forbidding a menacing look, etc., <a href="#Page_32">32</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German, proclaiming victories, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German, of Von der Golst, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">instructions to citizens, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></span><br /> + +American Consul, help from, <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_77">77</a><br /> + +Antwerp, the forts of, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the heavy guns, <a href="#Page_73">73</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">news of the downfall of, <a href="#Page_96">96</a></span><br /> + +Austrian prisoners, <a href="#Page_148">148</a><br /> + +Automobiles of the Flying Column, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Belgian Red Cross Society, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_12">12</a><br /> + +Bishop, sad fate of the, <a href="#Page_103">103</a><br /> + +Boden, a night at, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, <a href="#Page_104">104</a><br /> + +Brassard, the Red Cross, <a href="#Page_61">61</a><br /> + +Brussels, fortifications of, <a href="#Page_9">9</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German patients in fire-station hospital at, <a href="#Page_20">20</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hospitals in, <a href="#Page_13">13</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">occupied by the Germans, <a href="#Page_14">14</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the start to, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <a href="#Page_7">7</a></span><br /> + +Burgomaster of Antwerp, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Brussels, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_54">54</a>, <a href="#Page_74">74</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Charleroi, <a href="#Page_20">20</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Camp, a German, <a href="#Page_61">61</a>, <a href="#Page_62">62</a><br /> + +Cannon, distinction between French and German, <a href="#Page_40">40</a><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span>Cholera, rumours of, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> + +Charleroi, burning of, <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, <a href="#Page_22">22</a>, <a href="#Page_32">32</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">and Charleville, <a href="#Page_36">36</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">terrorization of peasants in, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></span><br /> + +Christmas Eve in Zyradow, <a href="#Page_167">167</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">fare, <a href="#Page_170">170</a></span><br /> + +Cologne, arrival at, <a href="#Page_85">85</a>-<a href="#Page_87">87</a><br /> + +Copenhagen, arrival at, <a href="#Page_92">92</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Danish-German soldiers as guards, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> + +Danish welcome, a, <a href="#Page_92">92</a><br /> + +Death of a Breton soldier, <a href="#Page_44">44</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of a certain French count, <a href="#Page_48">48</a>, <a href="#Page_49">49</a></span><br /> + +Difference in French and German equipment, <a href="#Page_47">47</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Echevins of Brussels, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> + +Empress Marie Federovna, interview with, <a href="#Page_111">111</a><br /> + +Equipment of French and German soldiers, <a href="#Page_47">47</a><br /> + +Expulsion of nurses and doctors from Brussels, <a href="#Page_80">80</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Firing at the Red Cross, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> + +Fire-station hospital, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>, <a href="#Page_20">20</a><br /> + +<i>Flandres Libérale</i>, <a href="#Page_71">71</a><br /> + +Flying Column, <a href="#Page_125">125</a>, <a href="#Page_126">126</a><br /> + +Fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, <a href="#Page_107">107</a><br /> + +French convent, a, <a href="#Page_60">60</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">prisoners as patients, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>, <a href="#Page_29">29</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +German officers' behaviour at Herbesthal, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">patients at fire-station, <a href="#Page_20">20</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">patients at M——, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">preparations for war, <a href="#Page_33">33</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">surgeon at M——, <a href="#Page_31">31</a></span><br /> + +Grand Duchess Cyril's Hospital in Warsaw, <a href="#Page_144">144</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Hamburg, <a href="#Page_88">88</a>, <a href="#Page_89">89</a><br /> + +Hansen, Dr. Norman, <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> + +Harsh treatment of wounded, <a href="#Page_42">42</a><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span>Haparanda, <a href="#Page_104">104</a><br /> + +Herbesthal, search at, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> + +Holland, rumoured war with, <a href="#Page_31">31</a><br /> + +"Hoosh," <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> + +Hotel Cosmopolite, Copenhagen, <a href="#Page_92">92</a><br /> + +Hotel d'Europe, Warsaw, <a href="#Page_124">124</a><br /> + +Hotel at Lodz, <a href="#Page_140">140</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Ikons, <a href="#Page_115">115</a>, <a href="#Page_173">173</a><br /> + +Improvised hospital from theatre, <a href="#Page_152">152</a><br /> + +Infiladed trench, a, <a href="#Page_162">162</a><br /> + +Insects, <a href="#Page_139">139</a><br /> + +Inscription over gateway in Charleroi, <a href="#Page_30">30</a><br /> + +Interview with Dowager Empress of Russia, <a href="#Page_111">111</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +St. John Ambulance Society, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> + +Jumet, the burning of, <a href="#Page_21">21</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Karungi, <a href="#Page_104">104</a><br /> + +Kiel Canal, <a href="#Page_90">90</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Liège, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> + +Lodz, <a href="#Page_131">131</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hospital at, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>-<a href="#Page_138">138</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">shelling of, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>, <a href="#Page_135">135</a></span><br /> + +London, first week of the war, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> + +Louvain, destruction of, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">refugees from, <a href="#Page_11">11</a></span><br /> + +Lowice, <a href="#Page_150">150</a><br /> + +Luggage problem, the, <a href="#Page_126">126</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Mâlines, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> + +M—— Red Cross Hospital, <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Committee, <a href="#Page_28">28</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">dinner-time, <a href="#Page_27">27</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">a night on duty, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>-<a href="#Page_24">24</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the curé of, <a href="#Page_44">44</a></span><br /> + +Max, Monsieur, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a>, <a href="#Page_55">55</a>, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span>Maubeuge taken, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> + +Münster, breakfast at, <a href="#Page_88">88</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Neutrality of Belgium, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Denmark, <a href="#Page_100">100</a></span><br /> + +Newspaper boy caught by Germans, <a href="#Page_71">71</a>, <a href="#Page_72">72</a><br /> + +Night in the trenches, a, <a href="#Page_171">171</a>-<a href="#Page_174">174</a><br /> + +Nurses in Brussels, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>, <a href="#Page_66">66</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Operation, a severe, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> + +Ostend in August, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Patients sent off to Germany, <a href="#Page_41">41</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> + +Petrograd, <a href="#Page_107">107</a>, <a href="#Page_108">108</a><br /> + +Pigeons, loss of, <a href="#Page_55">55</a><br /> + +Poem to British surgeons and nurses, <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> + +Poland, distress in, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> + +Prisoners, Austrian, <a href="#Page_148">148</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">French, <a href="#Page_28">28</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German, <a href="#Page_148">148</a></span><br /> + +Proclamation of Burgomaster of Brussels, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">forbidding "a menacing look," <a href="#Page_32">32</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German announcing victories, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#Page_67">67</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">of Von der Golst, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Queen of Holland, <a href="#Page_31">31</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Radzivilow, <a href="#Page_161">161</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Castle, <a href="#Page_151">151</a></span><br /> + +Raphael, St., <a href="#Page_104">104</a><br /> + +Rawka, the river, <a href="#Page_172">172</a><br /> + +Refugees from Termonde and Louvain, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">in Poland, <a href="#Page_142">142</a></span><br /> + +Registration of trained nurses, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> + +Red Cross flag in Brussels, <a href="#Page_55">55</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">hospital in Warsaw, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>-<a href="#Page_121">121</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">workers in Belgium, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <a href="#Page_28">28</a>, <a href="#Page_46">46</a></span><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span>Russian factory laws, <a href="#Page_158">158</a><br /> + +Russian Red Cross, Committee, <a href="#Page_108">108</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">permission to serve, <a href="#Page_97">97</a></span><br /> + +Russian roads, <a href="#Page_146">146</a><br /> + +Russian sisterhoods, <a href="#Page_109">109</a><br /> + +Russian soldiers, <a href="#Page_123">123</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">their relationship with their officers, <a href="#Page_123">123</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Scarcity of supplies, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>, <a href="#Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#Page_169">169</a><br /> + +Searched by German sentries, <a href="#Page_62">62</a><br /> + +Siberian ponies, <a href="#Page_128">128</a><br /> + +Skiernevice, <a href="#Page_146">146</a><br /> + +Skirmish between Belgian and German outposts, <a href="#Page_59">59</a><br /> + +Spies, <a href="#Page_148">148</a><br /> + +Stamps, issue of Belgian, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> + +State registration of nurses, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> + +St. Raphael, <a href="#Page_104">104</a>, <a href="#Page_106">106</a><br /> + +Stockholm, <a href="#Page_102">102</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Taube aeroplane, <a href="#Page_147">147</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a><br /> + +Termonde, refugees from, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> + +Theatre at Skiernevice, <a href="#Page_152">152</a><br /> + +<i>Times</i>, the price of, <a href="#Page_70">70</a><br /> + +Tirlemont, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> + +Torchlight tattoo, <a href="#Page_1">1</a><br /> + +Turco soldiers, <a href="#Page_29">29</a><br /> + +Turkestan soldiers, <a href="#Page_151">151</a>, <a href="#Page_152">152</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Untrained nurses, the danger, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_120">120</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Vendrup, <a href="#Page_91">91</a><br /> + +Voluntary Aid Detachments, <a href="#Page_5">5</a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Waelheim, forts of, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> + +Water-supply difficulties, <a href="#Page_39">39</a><br /> + +Warsaw, the city of, <a href="#Page_121">121</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">the Red Cross Hospital, <a href="#Page_113">113</a>-<a href="#Page_120">120</a></span><br /> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span>Wavre St. Catherine, forts of, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> + +Wounded French prisoners sent to Germany, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">German soldiers at M——, <a href="#Page_41">41</a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +Zeppelins, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> + +Zouave patients, <a 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See + http://www.archive.org/details/fieldhosflyingcolumn00thuruoft + + + + + +FIELD HOSPITAL AND FLYING COLUMN + +Being the Journal of an English Nursing Sister in Belgium & Russia + +by + +VIOLETTA THURSTAN + + + + + + + +London and New York +G. P. Putnam's Sons +1915 +First Impression April 1915 + + + + +M. R. + + + _Allons! After the great Companions, and to belong to them. + They too are on the road. + They are the swift and majestic men, they are the greatest women. + They know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, + As roads for travelling souls. + Camerados, I will give you my hand, + I give you my love more precious than money. + Will you give me yourselves, will you come travel with me? + Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?_ + + + + +Contents + +CHAPTER PAGE + + I. THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL 1 + + II. CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT 16 + + III. OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS 37 + + IV. THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS 53 + + V. A MEMORABLE JOURNEY 76 + + VI. A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE 92 + + VII. OUR WORK IN WARSAW 113 + + VIII. THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ 128 + + IX. MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN 144 + + X. BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW 161 + + INDEX 179 + + + + +I + +THE BEGINNING OF IT ALL + + +War, war, war. For me the beginning of the war was a torchlight tattoo +on Salisbury Plain. It was held on one of those breathless evenings in +July when the peace of Europe was trembling in the balance, and when +most of us had a heartache in case--_in case_ England, at this time of +internal crisis, did not rise to the supreme sacrifice. + +It was just the night for a tattoo--dark and warm and still. Away across +the plain a sea of mist was rolling, cutting us off from the outside +world, and only a few pale stars lighted our stage from above. + +The field was hung round with Chinese lanterns throwing weird lights and +shadows over the mysterious forms of men and beasts that moved therein. +It was fascinating to watch the stately entrance into the field, +Lancers, Irish Rifles, Welsh Fusiliers, Grenadiers and many another +gallant regiment, each marching into the field in turn to the swing of +their own particular regimental tune until they were all drawn up in +order. + +There followed a very fine exhibition of riding and the usual torchlight +tricks, and then the supreme moment came. The massed bands had thundered +out the first verse of the Evening Hymn, the refrain was taken up by a +single silver trumpet far away--a sweet thin almost unearthly note more +to be felt than heard--and then the bands gathered up the whole melody +and everybody sang the last verse together. + +The Last Post followed, and then I think somehow we all knew. + + * * * * * + +A week later I had a telegram from the Red Cross summoning me to London. + +London was a hive of ceaseless activity. Territorials were returning +from their unfinished training, every South Coast train was crowded with +Naval Reserve men who had been called up, every one was buying kits, +getting medical comforts, and living at the Army and Navy Stores. Nurses +trained and untrained were besieging the War Office demanding to be +sent to the front, Voluntary Aid Detachment members were feverishly +practising their bandaging, working parties and ambulance classes were +being organized, crowds without beginning and without end were surging +up and down the pavements between Westminster and Charing Cross, wearing +little flags, buying every half-hour edition of the papers and watching +the stream of recruits at St. Martin's. All was excitement--no one knew +what was going to happen. Then the bad news began to come through from +Belgium, and every one steadied down and settled themselves to their +task of waiting or working, whichever it might happen to be. + +I was helping at the Red Cross Centre in Vincent Square, and all day +long there came an endless procession of women wanting to help, some +trained nurses, many--far too many--half-trained women; and a great many +raw recruits, some anxious for adventure and clamouring "to go to the +front at once," others willing and anxious to do the humblest service +that would be of use in this time of crisis. + +Surely after this lesson the Bill for the State Registration of Trained +Nurses cannot be ignored or held up much longer. Even now in this +twentieth century, girls of twenty-one, nurses so-called with six +months' hospital training, somehow manage to get out to the front, +blithely undertaking to do work that taxes to its very utmost the skill, +endurance, and resource of the most highly trained women who have given +up the best years of their life to learning the principles that underlie +this most exacting of professions. For it is not only medical and +surgical nursing that is learnt in a hospital ward, it is discipline, +endurance, making the best of adverse circumstances, and above all the +knowledge of mankind. These are the qualities that are needed at the +front, and they cannot be imparted in a few bandaging classes or +instructions in First Aid. + +This is not a diatribe against members of Voluntary Aid Detachments. +They do not, as a rule, pretend to be what they are not, and I have +found them splendid workers in their own department. They are not +half-trained nurses but fully trained ambulance workers, ready to do +probationer's work under the fully trained sisters, or if necessary to +be wardmaid, laundress, charwoman, or cook, as the case may be. The +difficulty does not lie with them, but with the women who have a few +weeks' or months' training, who blossom out into full uniform and call +themselves Sister Rose, or Sister Mabel, and are taken at their own +valuation by a large section of the public, and manage through influence +or bluff to get posts that should only be held by trained nurses, and +generally end by bringing shame and disrepute upon the profession. + + * * * * * + +The work in the office was diversified by a trip to Faversham with some +very keen and capable Voluntary Aid Detachment members, to help +improvise a temporary hospital for some Territorials who had gone sick. +And then my turn came for more active service. I was invited by the St. +John Ambulance to take out a party of nurses to Belgium for service +under the Belgian Red Cross Society. + +Very little notice was possible, everything was arranged on Saturday +afternoon of all impossible afternoons to arrange anything in London, +and we were to start for Brussels at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning. + +On Monday afternoon I was interviewing my nurses, saying good-bye +to friends--shopping in between--wildly trying to get everything +I wanted at the eleventh hour, when suddenly a message came +to say that the start would not be to-morrow after all. Great +excitement--telephones--wires--interviews. It seemed that there +was some hitch in the arrangements at Brussels, but at last it +was decided by the St. John's Committee that I should go over +alone the next day to see the Belgian Red Cross authorities before +the rest of the party were sent off. The nurses were to follow the +day after if it could be arranged, as having been all collected in +London, it was very inconvenient for them to be kept waiting long. + +Early Tuesday morning saw me at Charing Cross Station. There were not +many people crossing--two well-known surgeons on their way to Belgium, +Major Richardson with his war-dogs, and a few others. A nurse going to +Antwerp, with myself, formed the only female contingent on board. It was +asserted that a submarine preceded us all the way to Ostend, but as I +never get further than my berth on these occasions, I cannot vouch for +the truth of this. + +Ostend in the middle of August generally means a gay crowd of bathers, +Cook's tourists tripping to Switzerland and so on; but our little party +landed in silence, and anxious faces and ominous whispers met us on our +arrival on Belgian soil. It was even said that the Germans were marching +on Brussels, but this was contradicted afterwards as a sensational +canard. The Red Cross on my luggage got me through the _douane_ +formalities without any trouble. I entered the almost empty train and we +went to Brussels without stopping. + +At first sight Brussels seemed to be _en fete_, flags were waving from +every window, Boy Scouts were everywhere looking very important, and the +whole population seemed to be in the streets. Nearly every one wore +little coloured flags or ribbons--a favourite badge was the Belgian +colours with the English and French intertwined. It did not seem +possible that war could be so near, and yet if one looked closer one saw +that many of the flags giving such a gay appearance were Red Cross +flags denoting that there an ambulance had been prepared for the +wounded, and the Garde Civile in their picturesque uniform were +constantly breaking up the huge crowds into smaller groups to avoid a +demonstration. + +The first thing to arrange was about the coming of my nurses, whether +they were really needed and if so where they were to go. I heard from +the authorities that it was highly probable that Brussels _would_ be +occupied by the Germans, and that it would be best to put off their +coming, for a time at any rate. Private telegrams had long been stopped, +but an official thought he might be able to get mine through, so I sent +a long one asking that the nurses might not be sent till further notice. +As a matter of fact it never arrived, and the next afternoon I heard +that twenty-six nurses--instead of sixteen as was originally +arranged--were already on their way. There were 15,000 beds in Brussels +prepared for the reception of the wounded, and though there were not +many wounded in the city just then, the nurses would certainly all be +wanted soon if any of the rumours were true that we heard on all sides, +of heavy fighting in the neighbourhood, and severe losses inflicted on +the gallant little Belgian Army. + +It was impossible to arrange for the nurses to go straight to their work +on arrival, so it was decided that they should go to a hotel for one +night and be drafted to their various posts the next day. Anyhow, they +could not arrive till the evening, so in the afternoon I went out to the +barriers to see what resistance had been made against the possible +German occupation of Brussels. It did not look very formidable--some +barbed-wire entanglements, a great many stones lying about, and the +Gardes Civiles in their quaint old-fashioned costume guarding various +points. That was all. + +In due time my large family arrived and were installed at the hotel. +Then we heard, officially, that the Germans were quite near the city, +and that probably the train the nurses had come by would be the last to +get through, and this proved to be the case. _Affiches_ were pasted +everywhere on the walls with the Burgomaster's message to his people: + + A SAD HOUR! THE GERMANS ARE AT OUR GATES! + + PROCLAMATION OF THE BURGOMASTER OF BRUSSELS + + CITIZENS,--In spite of the heroic resistance of our + troops, seconded by the Allied Armies, it is to be feared that the + enemy may invade Brussels. + + If this eventuality should take place, I hope that I may be able to + count on the calmness and steadiness of the population. + + Let every one keep himself free from terror--free from panic. + + The Communal Authorities will not desert their posts. They will + continue to exercise their functions with that firmness of purpose + that you have the right to demand from them under such grave + circumstances. + + I need hardly remind my fellow-citizens of their duty to their + country. The laws of war forbid the enemy to force the population + to give information as to the National Army and its method of + defence. The inhabitants of Brussels must know that they are within + their rights in refusing to give any information on this point to + the invader. This refusal is their duty in the interests of their + country. + + Let none of you act as a guide to the enemy. + + Let every one take precautions against spies and foreign agents, + who will try to gather information or provoke manifestations. + + The enemy cannot legitimately harm the family honour nor the life + of the citizens, nor their private property, nor their philosophic + or religious convictions, nor interfere with their religious + services. + + Any abuse committed by the invader must be immediately reported to + me. + + As long as I have life and liberty, I shall protect with all my + might the dignity and rights of my fellow-citizens. I beg the + inhabitants to facilitate my task by abstaining from all acts of + hostility, all employment of arms, and by refraining from + intervention in battles or encounters. + + Citizens, whatever happens, listen to the voice of your Burgomaster + and maintain your confidence in him; he will not betray it. + + Long live Belgium free and independent! + + Long live Brussels! + + ADOLPHE MAX. + +All that night refugees from Louvain and Termonde poured in a steady +stream into Brussels, seeking safety. I have never seen a more pitiful +sight. Little groups of terror-stricken peasants fleeing from their +homes, some on foot, some more fortunate ones with their bits of +furniture in a rough cart drawn by a skeleton horse or a large dog. All +had babies, aged parents, or invalids with them. I realized then for the +first time what war meant. We do not know in England. God grant we never +may. It was not merely rival armies fighting battles, it was +civilians--men, women, and children--losing their homes, their +possessions, their country, even their lives. This invasion of +unfortunates seemed to wake Brussels up to the fact that the German army +was indeed at her gate. Hordes of people rushed to the Gare du Nord in +the early dawn to find it entirely closed, no trains either entering or +leaving it. It was said that as much rolling-stock as was possible had +been sent to France to prevent it being taken by the Germans. There was +then a stampede to the Gare du Midi, from whence a few trains were still +leaving the city crammed to their utmost capacity. + +In the middle of the morning I got a telephone message from the Belgian +Red Cross that the Germans were at the barriers, and would probably +occupy Brussels in half an hour, and that all my nurses must be in their +respective posts before that time. + +Oh dear, what a stampede it was. I told the nurses they must leave their +luggage for the present and be ready in five minutes, and in less than +that time we left the hotel, looking more like a set of rag-and-bone men +than respectable British nursing sisters. One had seized a large +portmanteau, another a bundle of clean aprons, another soap and toilet +articles; yet another provident soul had a tea-basket. I am glad that +the funny side of it did not strike me then, but in the middle of the +next night I had helpless hysterics at the thought of the spectacle we +must have presented. Mercifully no one took much notice of us--the +streets were crowded and we had difficulty in getting on in some +places--just at one corner there was a little cheer and a cry of "Vive +les Anglais!" + +It took a long time before my flock was entirely disposed of. It had +been arranged that several of them should work at one of the large +hospitals in Brussels where 150 beds had been set apart for the wounded, +five in another hospital at the end of the city, two in an ambulance +station in the centre of Brussels, nine were taken over to a large +fire-station that was converted into a temporary hospital with 130 beds, +and two had been promised for a private hospital outside the barriers. +It was a work of time to get the last two to their destinations; the +Germans had begun to come in by that time, and we had to wait two hours +to cross a certain street that led to the hospital, as all traffic had +been stopped while the enemy entered Brussels. + +It was an imposing sight to watch the German troops ride in. The +citizens of Brussels behaved magnificently, but what a bitter +humiliation for them to undergo. How should we have borne it, I wonder, +if it had been London? The streets were crowded, but there was hardly a +sound to be heard, and the Germans took possession of Brussels in +silence. First the Uhlans rode in, then other cavalry, then the +artillery and infantry. The latter were dog-weary, dusty and +travel-stained--they had evidently done some forced marching. When the +order was given to halt for a few minutes, many of them lay down in the +street just as they were, resting against their packs, some too +exhausted to eat, others eating sausages out of little paper bags +(which, curiously enough, bore the name of a Dutch shop printed on the +outside) washed down with draughts of beer which many of the inhabitants +of Brussels, out of pity for their weary state, brought them from the +little drinking-houses that line the Chaussee du Nord. + +The rear was brought up by Red Cross wagons and forage carts, +commissariat wagons, and all the miscellaneous kit of an army on the +march. It took thirty-six hours altogether for the army to march in and +take possession. They installed themselves in the Palais de Justice and +the Hotel de Ville, having requisitioned beds, food and everything that +they wanted from the various hotels. Poor Madame of the Hotel X. wept +and wrung her hands over the loss of her beautiful beds. Alas, poor +Madame! The next day her husband was shot as a spy, and she cared no +longer about the beds. + +In the meantime, just as it got dark, I installed my last two nurses in +the little ambulance out beyond the barriers. + + + + +II + +CHARLEROI AND ROUND ABOUT + + +The Germans had asked for three days to pass through the city of +Brussels; a week had passed and they showed no signs of going. The first +few days more and more German soldiers poured in--dirty, footsore, and +for the most part utterly worn out. At first the people of Brussels +treated them with almost unnecessary kindness--buying them cake and +chocolate, treating them to beer, and inviting them into their houses to +rest--but by the end of the week these civilities ceased. + +Tales of the German atrocities began to creep in--stories of Liege and +Louvain were circulated from mouth to mouth, and doubtless lost nothing +by being repeated. + +[Illustration: MAP OF BELGIUM] + +There was no _real_ news at all. Think how cut off we were--certainly it +was nothing in comparison with what it was afterwards--but we could +not know that then--and anyway we learnt to accommodate ourselves to the +lack of news by degrees. Imagine a Continental capital suddenly without +newspapers, without trains, telephones, telegraphs; all that we had +considered up to now essentials of civilized life. Personally, I heard a +good deal of Belgian news, one way and another, as I visited all my +flock each day in their various hospitals and ambulances stationed in +every part of the city. + +The hospital that we had to improvise at the fire-station was one of the +most interesting pieces of work we had to do in Brussels. There were 130 +beds altogether in six large wards, and the Sisters had to sleep at +first in one, later in two large dormitories belonging to firemen absent +on active service. The firemen who were left did all the cooking +necessary for the nursing staff and patients, and were the most charming +of men, leaving nothing undone that could augment the Sisters' comfort. + +It is a great strain on temper and endurance for women to work and sleep +and eat together in such close quarters, and on the whole they stood +the test well. In a very few days the fire-station was transformed into +a hospital, and one could tell the Sisters with truth that the wards +looked _almost_ like English ones. Alas and alas! At the end of the week +the Germans put in eighty soldiers with sore feet, who had over-marched, +and the glorious vision of nursing Tommy Atkins at the front faded into +the prosaic reality of putting hundreds of cold compresses on German +feet, that they might be ready all the sooner to go out and kill our +men. War is a queer thing!! + + * * * * * + +On the following Tuesday afternoon the Burgomaster of Charleroi came +into Brussels in an automobile asking for nurses and bringing with him a +permit for this purpose from the German authorities. Charleroi, which +was now also in German hands, was in a terrible state, and most of the +city burnt down to the ground. It was crammed with wounded--both French +and German--every warehouse and cottage almost were full of them, and +they were very short of trained people. + +The Central Red Cross Bureau sent a message, asking if three of us +would go back with him. _Would we!_ Was it not the chance we had been +longing for. In ten minutes Sister Elsie, Sister Grace and I were in +that automobile speeding to Charleroi. I had packed quickly into a +portmanteau all I thought I was likely to want in the way of uniform and +other clothing, with a few medical comforts for the men, and a little +tea and cocoa for ourselves. The two Sisters had done likewise--so we +were rather horrified when we got to Hal, where we had to change +automobiles, the Burgomaster said he could not possibly take any of our +luggage, as we must get into quite a small car--the big one having to +return to Brussels. He assured us that our things would be sent on in a +few days--so back to Brussels went my portmanteau with all my clean +aprons and caps and everything else, and I did not see it again for +nearly a week. But such is war! + +We waited nearly an hour at Hal while our German permits were examined, +and then went off in the small car. It was heart-breaking to see the +scenes of desolation as we passed along the road. Jumet--the +working-class suburb of Charleroi--was entirely burnt down, there did +not seem to be one house left intact. It is indeed terrible when +historic and consecrated buildings such as those at Louvain and Rheims +are burnt down, but in a way it is more pathetic to see these poor +little cottages destroyed, that must have meant so much to their owners, +and it makes one's heart ache to see among the crumbling ruins the +remains of a baby's perambulator, or the half-burnt wires of an old +four-post bed. Probably the inhabitants of Jumet had all fled, as there +was no one to be seen as we went through the deserted village, except +some German sentries pacing up and down. + +Parts of Charleroi were still burning as we got to it, and a terrible +acrid smoke pervaded everything. Here the poorer streets were spared, +and it was chiefly the rich shops and banks and private houses that had +been destroyed. Charleroi was the great Birmingham of Belgium--coal-pits +all round, with many great iron and steel works, now of course all idle, +and most of the owners entirely ruined. The town was absolutely crammed +with German troops as we passed through; it had now been occupied for +two or three days and was being used as a great military depot. + +But Charleroi was not to be our final destination--we went on a few more +kilometres along the Beaumont road, and drew up at a fairly large +building right out in the country. It was a hospital that had been three +parts built ten years ago, then abandoned for some reason and never +finished. Now it was being hastily fitted up as a Red Cross hospital, +and stretcher after stretcher of wounded--both French and German--were +being brought in as we arrived. + +The confusion that reigned within was indescribable. There were some +girls there who had attended first-aid lectures, and they were doing +their best; but there were no trained nurses and no one particularly in +command. The German doctor had already gone, one of the Belgian doctors +was still working there, but he was absolutely worn out and went off +before long, as he had still cases to attend to in the town before he +went to his well-earned bed. He carried off the two Sisters with him, +till the morning, and I was left alone with two or three Red Cross +damsels to face the night. It is a dreadful nightmare to look back at. +Blood-stained uniforms hastily cut off the soldiers were lying on the +floor--half-open packets of dressings were on every locker; basins of +dirty water or disinfectant had not been emptied; men were moaning with +pain, calling for water, begging that their dressings might be done +again; and several new cases just brought in were requiring urgent +attention. And the cannon never ceased booming. I was not accustomed to +it then, and each crash meant to me rows of men mown down--maimed or +killed. I soon learnt that comparatively few shells do any damage, +otherwise there would soon be no men left at all. In time, too, one gets +so accustomed to cannon that one hardly hears it, but I had not arrived +at that stage then: this was my baptism of fire. + +Among the other miseries of that night was the dreadful shortage of all +hospital supplies, and the scarcity of food for the men. There was a +little coffee which they would have liked, but there was no possibility +of hot water. The place had been hastily fitted up with electric light, +and the kitchen was arranged for steam cooking, so there was not even a +gas-jet to heat anything on. I had a spirit-lamp and methylated spirit +in my portmanteau, but, as I said, my luggage had been all wafted away +at Hal. + +But the night wore away somehow, and with the morning light came plans +of organization and one saw how things could be improved in many ways, +and the patients made more comfortable. The hospital was a place of +great possibilities in some ways; its position standing almost at the +top of a high hill in its own large garden was ideal, and the air was +gloriously bracing, but little of it reached the poor patients as +unfortunately the Germans had issued a proclamation forbidding any +windows to be open, in case, it was said, anyone should fire from +them--and as we were all prisoners in their hands, we had to do as we +were bid. + +At nine o'clock the Belgian doctor and the German commandant appeared, +and I went off with the former to help with an amputation of arm, in one +of the little temporary ambulances in the town of M----, three +kilometres away. The building had been a little dark shop and not very +convenient, and if the patient had not been so desperately ill, he +would have been moved to Charleroi for his operation. He was a French +tirailleur--a lad about twenty, his right arm had been severely injured +by shrapnel several days before, and was gangrenous right up to the +shoulder. He was unconscious and moaning slightly at intervals, but he +stood the operation very well, and we left him fairly comfortable when +we had to return to the hospital. + +We got back about twelve, which is the hour usually dedicated to +patients' dinner, but it was impossible to find anything to eat except +potatoes. We sent everywhere to get some meat, but without success, +though in a day or two we got some kind of dark meat which I thought +must be horse. (Now from better acquaintance with ancient charger, I +know it to have been so.) There was just a little milk that was reserved +for the illest patients, no butter or bread. I was beginning to feel +rather in need of food myself by that time. There had been, of course, +up to then no time to bother about my own meals, and I had had nothing +since breakfast the day before, that is about thirty hours ago, except +a cup of coffee which I had begged from the concierge before starting +with the doctor for the amputation case. + +Well, there was nothing to eat and only the dirtiest old woman in all +the world to cook it, but at three o'clock we managed to serve the +patients with an elegant dish of underdone lentils for the first course, +and overdone potatoes for the second, and partook ourselves gratefully +thereof, after they had finished. In the afternoon of that day a meeting +of the Red Cross Committee was held at the hospital, and I was sent for +and formally installed as Matron of the hospital with full authority to +make any improvements I thought necessary, and with the stipulation that +I might have two or three days' leave every few weeks, to go and visit +my scattered flock in Brussels. The appointment had to be made subject +to the approval of the German commandant, but apparently he made no +objection--at any rate I never heard of any. + +And then began a very happy time for me, in spite of many difficulties +and disappointments. I can never tell the goodness of the Committee and +the Belgian doctor to me, and their kindness in letting me introduce all +our pernickety English ways to which they were not accustomed, won my +gratitude for ever. Never were Sisters so loyal and unselfish as mine. +The first part of the time they were overworked and underfed, and no +word of grumbling or complaint was ever heard from them. They worked +from morning till night and got the hospital into splendid order. The +Committee were good enough to allow me to keep the best of the Red Cross +workers as probationers and to forbid entrance to the others. We had +suffered so much at their hands before this took place, that I was truly +grateful for this permission as no discipline or order was possible with +a large number of young girls constantly rushing in and out, sitting on +patients' beds, meddling with dressings, and doing all kinds of things +they shouldn't. + +I am sure that no hospital ever had nicer patients than ours were. The +French patients, though all severely wounded and prisoners in the hands +of the Germans, bore their troubles cheerfully, even gaily. We had a +great variety of regiments represented in the hospital: Tirailleurs, +Zouaves, one Turco from Algeria--our big good-natured Adolphe--soldiers +from Paris, from Brittany and from Normandy, especially from Calvados. +The German soldiers, too, behaved quite well, and were very grateful for +everything done for them--mercifully we had no officers. We had not +separate rooms for them--French and German soldiers lay side by side in +the public wards. + +One of the most harrowing things during that time was the way all the +Belgians were watching for the English troops to deliver them from the +yoke of their oppressor. Every day, many times a day, when German rules +got more and more stringent and autocratic, and fresh tales of +unnecessary harshness and cruelty were circulated, they would say over +and over again, "Where are the English? If only the English would come!" +Later they got more bitter and we heard, "Why don't the English come and +help us as they promised? If only the English would come, it would be +all right." And so on, till I almost felt as if I could not bear it any +longer. One morning some one came in and said English soldiers had been +seen ten kilometres away. We heard the sound of distant cannon in a new +direction, and watched and waited, hoping to see the English ride in. +But some one must have mistaken the German khaki for ours, for no +English were ever near that place. There was no news of what was really +happening in the country, no newspapers ever got through, and we had +nothing to go upon but the German _affiches_ proclaiming victories +everywhere, the German trains garlanded with laurels and faded roses, +marked "Destination--Paris," and the large batches of French prisoners +that were constantly marched through the town. An inscription written +over a doorway in Charleroi amused us rather: "Vive Guillaume II, roi de +l'univers." Not yet, not yet, William. + +Later on the Belgians issued a wonderful little newspaper at irregular +intervals of three or four days, typewritten and passed from hand to +hand. The most amazing news was published in it, which we always firmly +believed, till it was contradicted in the next issue. I collected two or +three copies of this paper as a curiosity, but unfortunately lost them +later on, with all my papers and luggage. One or two items I remember +quite well. One gave a vivid account of how the Queen of Holland had +killed her husband because he had allowed the Germans to pass through +Maestricht; another even more circumstantial story was that England had +declared war on Holland, Holland had submitted at once, and England +imposed many stringent conditions, of which I only remember two. One +was, that all her trade with Germany should cease at once; secondly, +that none of her lighthouses should show light at night. + +One of the German surgeons who used to operate at our hospital was +particularly ingenious in inventing tortures for me; I used to have to +help him in his operations, and he would recount to me with gusto how +the English had retreated from Mons, how the Germans were getting nearer +and nearer to Paris, how many English killed, wounded and prisoners +there were, and so on. One morning he began about the Fleet and said +that a great battle was going on in the North Sea, and going very badly +for the English. I had two brothers fighting in the North Sea of whom I +had no news since the war began, and I could bear it no longer, but fled +from the operating-room. + +Charleroi and its neighbourhood was just one large German camp, its +position on the railway making it a particularly valuable base for them. +The proclamations and rules for the behaviour of the inhabitants became +daily more and more intolerant. It was forbidden to lock the door, or +open the window, or pull down the blinds, or allow your dog out of the +house; all German officers were to be saluted--and if there was any +doubt, any German soldier was to be saluted, and so on, day after day. +One really funny one I wish I could reproduce. It forbade anyone to +"wear a menacing look" but it did not say who was to be the judge of +this look. + +Every one was too restless and unhappy to settle to anything, all the +most important shops were burnt down, and very few of those that were +left were open. The whole population seemed to spend all their time in +the street waiting for something to happen. Certainly the Germans seem +to have had a special "down" on Charleroi and its neighbourhood, so many +villages in its vicinity were burnt down and most abominable cruelties +practised on its inhabitants. The peasants who were left were simply +terrorized, as no doubt the Germans meant them to be, and a white flag +hung from nearly every cottage window denoting complete submission. In +one village some German soldier wrote in chalk on the door of a house +where he had been well received, "Guete Leute hier," and these poor +people got chalk and tried to copy the difficult German writing on every +door in the street. I am afraid that did not save them, however, when +their turn came. It was the utter ruthlessness and foresight with which +every contingency was prepared for that appalled me and made me realize +what a powerful enemy we were up against. Everything was thought out +down to the last detail and must have been prepared months beforehand. +Even their wagons for transport were all painted the same slate-grey +colour, while the English and Belgians were using any cart they could +commandeer in the early days, as I afterwards saw in a German camp +Pickford's vans and Lyons' tea carts that they had captured from us. +Even their postal arrangements were complete; we saw their grey +"Feld-Post" wagons going to and fro quite at the beginning of the war. + +Several people in Charleroi told me that the absolute system and +organization of destruction frightened them more than the actual fire +itself. Every German soldier had a little hatchet, and when Charleroi +was fired, they simply went down the street as if they had been drilled +to it for months, cutting a square hole in the panel of each door, and +throwing a ball of celluloid filled with benzine inside. This exploded +and set the house on fire, and later on the soldiers would return to see +if it was burning well. They were entirely indifferent as to whether +anyone were inside or not, as the following incident, which came under +my notice, will show. Two English Red Cross Sisters were working at an +ambulance in Charleroi, and lodging with some people in the centre of +the city. When the town was being burnt they asked leave to go and try +to save some of their possessions. They arrived at the house, however, +and found it entirely burnt down, and all their things destroyed. They +were returning rather sorrowfully to their hospital when an old woman +accosted them and told them that a woman with a new-born infant was +lying in bed in one of the burning houses. + +The house was not burning badly, and they got into it quite easily and +found the woman lying in bed with her little infant beside her, almost +out of her wits with terror, but too weak to move. The nurses found they +could not manage alone, so went down into the street to find a man. They +found, after some trouble, a man who had only one arm and got him to +help them take the woman to the hospital. One of the nurses was carrying +the baby, the other with the one-armed man was supporting the mother, +when the German soldiers fired at the little party, and the one-armed +man fell bleeding at the side of the road. The Sisters were obliged to +leave him for the moment, and went on with the mother and infant to the +hospital, got a stretcher and came back and fetched the man and brought +him also to the hospital. It was only a flesh wound in the shoulder and +he made a good recovery, but what a pitiful little group to waste +ammunition on--a newly confined mother and her infant, two Red Cross +Sisters and a crippled man. + +One can only imagine that they were drunk when they did these kind of +things, for individually the German soldier is generally a decent +fellow, though some of the Prussian officers are unspeakable. Discipline +is very severe and the soldiers are obliged to carry out orders without +troubling themselves about rights and wrongs. It is curious that very +few German soldiers know why they are fighting, and they are always told +such wonderful stories of German victories that they think the war will +soon be over. When they arrived at Charleroi, for instance, they were +told they were at Charleville, and nearly all our wounded German +soldiers thought they were already in France. They also thought Paris +was already taken and London in flames. It hardly seems worth while to +lie to them in this way, for they are bound to find out the truth sooner +or later. + + + + +III + +OUR HOSPITAL AND PATIENTS + + +After we had had a long week of night and day work, two more of my +nurses suddenly turned up at the hospital. They had most unexpectedly +got a message that I had sent in by hand to Brussels, begging for nurses +and saying how hard pressed we were, and had got permission to come out +in a Red Cross motor-ambulance. I was, of course, delighted to see them, +and with their help we soon settled down into the ordinary routine of +hospital life, and forgot we were prisoners under strict supervision, +having all kinds of tiresome rules and regulations to keep. + +The question of supplies was a very difficult one from the first. We +were short of everything, very short of dressings, chloroform and all +kinds of medical supplies, and especially (even worse in one way) very +short of hospital linen such as sheets and towels and shirts and +drawers, and we had the greatest difficulty in getting anyone to come +and wash for us. One might have thought that with almost every one out +of work, there would have been no lack of women; but the hospital was a +long way from the nearest town and I suppose they were afraid to come; +also, of course, many, very many, had had their houses burnt, lost their +all and fled away. The food question was a very difficult one also. We +had to live just from day to day and be thankful for small mercies. +Naturally for ourselves it would not have mattered at all, but it _did_ +matter very much for our poor patients, who were nearly all very ill. +Meat was always difficult often impossible to get, and at first there +was no bread, which, personally, I missed more than anything else; +afterwards we got daily rations of this. Butter there was none; eggs and +milk very scarce, only just enough for the very severely wounded. +Potatoes and lentils we had in great quantities, and on that diet one +would never starve, though it was not an ideal one for sick men. + +I remember one morning when we had only potatoes for the men's dinner; +the cook had just peeled an immense bucket of them and was putting them +on to boil when some German soldiers came and took the lot, and this so +infuriated the cook that we had to wait hours before we could get +another lot prepared and cooked for the patients' dinner. The +water-supply was another of our difficulties. All the watercourses in +the neighbourhood were polluted with dead bodies of men and horses and +no water was fit to drink. There was a horrible, greenish, foul-smelling +stream near the hospital, which I suppose eventually found its way into +the river, and it sickened me to imagine what we were drinking, even +though it was well boiled. + +It was very hot weather and the men all dreadfully thirsty. There was +one poor Breton soldier dying of septicaemia, who lay in a small room off +the large ward. He used to shriek to every passer-by to give him drink, +and no amount of water relieved his raging thirst. That voice calling +incessantly night and day, "A boire, a boire!" haunted me long after he +was dead. The taste of long-boiled water is flat and nasty, so we made +weak decoctions of camomile-tea for the men, which they seemed to like +very much. We let it cool, and kept a jug of it on each locker so that +they could help themselves whenever they liked. + +Some of the ladies of the town were very kind indeed in bringing in wine +and little delicacies for our sick, and for ourselves, too, sometimes. +We were very grateful to them for all their kindness in the midst of +their own terrible trouble and anxieties. + +All the first ten days the cannon boomed without ceasing; by degrees it +got more distant, and we knew the forts of Maubeuge were being bombarded +by the famous German howitzers, which used to shake the hospital to its +foundations. The French soldiers in the wards soon taught us to +distinguish the sounds of the different cannon. In a few days we knew as +well as they did whether it was French or German artillery firing. + +Our hospital was on the main Beaumont road, and in the midst of our work +we would sometimes glance out and watch the enormous reinforcements of +troops constantly being sent up. Once we saw a curious sight. Two large +motor-omnibuses with "Leipziger lokal-anzeiger" painted on their side +went past, each taking about twenty-five German Beguine nuns to the +battlefield, the contrast between this very modern means of transport +and the archaic appearance of the nuns in their mediaeval dress was very +striking. + +Suddenly one Sunday morning the cannonading ceased--there was dead +silence--Maubeuge was taken, and the German army passed on into France. +It is difficult to explain the desolating effect when the cannon +suddenly ceases. At first one fears and hates it, then one gets +accustomed to it and one feels at least _something is being done_--there +is still a chance. When it ceases altogether there is a sense of utter +desertion, as if all hope had been given up. + + * * * * * + +On the morning of September 1 the German commandant suddenly appeared in +the wards at 7 o'clock, and said that all the German wounded were going +to be sent off to Germany at once, and that wagons would be coming in an +hour's time to take them to the station. We had several men who were not +fit to travel, amongst them a soldier who had had his leg amputated only +twelve hours before. I ought to have learnt by that time the futility +of argument with a German official, but I pleaded very hard that a few +of the men might be left till they were a little better able to stand +the journey, for there is no nationality among wounded, and we could not +bear even German patients to undergo unnecessary suffering. But my +remonstrances were quite in vain, and one could not help wondering what +would become of _our_ wounded if the Germans treated their own so +harshly. I heard from other ambulances that it was their experience as +well as mine that the lightly wounded were very well looked after, but +the severely wounded were often very inconsiderately treated. They were +no longer any use as fighting machines and only fit for the scrap-heap. +It is all part of the German system. They are out for one purpose only, +that is to win--and they go forward with this one end in +view--everything else, including the care of the wounded, is a +side-issue and must be disregarded and sacrificed if necessary. + +We prepared the men as well as we could for the long ride in the wagons +that must precede the still longer train journey. Once on the +ambulance-train, however, they would be well looked after; it was the +jolting on the country road I feared for many of them. None of us were +permitted to accompany them to Charleroi station, but the driver of one +of the wagons told me afterwards that the man with the amputated leg had +been taken out dead at the station, as he had had a severe haemorrhage on +the way, which none of his comrades knew how to treat. He also told us +that all the big hospitals at Charleroi were evacuating their German +wounded, and that he had seen two other men taken out of carts quite +dead. We took this to mean very good news for us, thinking that the +Germans must have had a severe reverse to be taking away their wounded +in such a hurry. So we waited and hoped, but as usual nothing happened +and there was no news. + +We had a very joyful free sort of feeling at having got rid of the +German patients. The French soldiers began to sing The Marseillaise as +soon as they had gone, but we were obliged to stop them as we feared the +German doctor or commandant, who were often prowling about, might hear. +Losing so many patients made the work much lighter for the time being, +and about this time, too, several of the severely wounded men died. They +had suffered so frightfully that it was a great relief when they died +and were at rest. The cure of the parish church was so good to them, +never minding how many times a day he toiled up that long hill in the +blazing sunshine, if he could comfort some poor soul, or speed them on +their way fortified with the last rites of the Church. + +One poor Breton soldier could not bear the thought of being buried +without a coffin--he spoke about it for days before he died, till Madame +D----, a lady living in the town to whom we owe countless acts of +kindness, promised that she would provide a coffin, so the poor lad died +quite happily and peacefully, and the coffin and a decent funeral were +provided in due course, though, of course, he was not able to have a +soldier's funeral. Some of these poor French soldiers were dreadfully +homesick--most of them were married, and some were fathers of families +who had to suddenly leave their peaceful occupations to come to the war. +Jules, a dapper little pastrycook with pink cheeks and bright black +eyes, had been making a batch of tarts when his summons had come. And he +was much better suited to making tarts than to fighting, poor little +man, for he was utterly unnerved by what he had gone through, and used +to have dreadful fits of crying and sobbing which it was very difficult +to stop. + +Some of the others, and especially the Zouaves, one could not imagine in +any other profession than that of soldiering. How jolly and cheerful +they were, always making the best of everything, and when the German +patients had gone we really had time to nurse them and look after them +properly. Those who were able for the exertion were carried out to the +garden, and used to lie under the pear-trees telling each other +wonderful stories of what they had been through, and drinking in fresh +health and strength every day from the beautiful breeze that we had on +the very hottest days up on our hill. We had to guard them very +carefully while they were in the garden, however, for if one man had +tried to escape the hospital would have been burnt down and the +officials probably shot. So two orderlies and two Red Cross +probationers were always on duty there, and I think they enjoyed it as +much as the men. + +Suddenly a fresh thunderbolt fell. + +One Sunday morning the announcement was made that every French patient +was to go to Germany on Monday morning at eight. + +We were absolutely in despair. We had one man actually dying, several +others who must die before long, eight or ten who were very severely +wounded in the thigh and quite unable to move, two at least who were +paralysed, many who had not set foot out of bed and were not fit to +travel--we had not forgotten the amputation case of a few days before, +who was taken out dead at Charleroi station. I was so absolutely +miserable about it that I persuaded the Belgian doctor to go to the +commandant, and beg that the worst cases might be left to us, which he +very pluckily did, but without the slightest effect--they must all go, +ill or well, fit or unfit. After all the German patients were returning +to their own country and people, but these poor French soldiers were +going ill and wounded as prisoners to suffer and perhaps die in an +enemy's country--an enemy who knew no mercy. + +I could hardly bear to go into the wards at all that day, and busied +myself with seeing about their clothes. Here was a practical +illustration of the difference in equipment between the German and +French soldiers. The German soldiers came in well equipped, with money +in their pockets and all they needed with them. Their organization was +perfect, and they were prepared for the war; the French were not. When +they arrived at the hospital their clothes had been cut off them anyhow, +with jagged rips and splits by the untrained Red Cross girls. Trained +ambulance workers are always taught to cut by the seam when possible. +Many had come without a cap, some without a great-coat, some without +boots; all had to be got ready somehow. The hospital was desperately +short of supplies--we simply could not give them all clean shirts and +drawers as we longed to do. The trousers were our worst problem, hardly +any of them were fit to put on. We had a few pairs of grey and black +striped trousers, the kind a superior shopman might wear, but we were +afraid to give those to the men as we thought the Germans would think +they were going to try to escape if they appeared in civil trousers, and +might punish them severely. So we mended up these remnants of French red +pantaloons as best we could. One man we _had_ to give civil trousers as +he had only a few shreds of pantaloon left, and these he promised to +carry in his hand to show that he really could not put them on. + +The men were laughing and joking and teasing one another about their +garments, but my heart was as heavy as lead. I simply could not _bear_ +to let the worst cases go. One or two of the Committee came up and we +begged them to try what they could do with the commandant, but they said +it was not the least use, and from what I had seen myself, I had to +confess that I did not think it would be. The patient I was most unhappy +about was a certain French count we had in the hospital. He had been +shot through the back at the battle of Nalinnes, and was three days on +the battlefield before he was picked up. Now he lay dying in a little +side room off the ward. The least movement caused him acute agony, even +the pillow had to be moved an inch at a time before it could be turned, +and it took half an hour to change his shirt. The doctor had said in the +morning he could not last another forty-eight hours. But if he was alive +the next morning he would be put in those horrible springless carts, and +jolted, jolted down to the station, taken out and transferred to a +shaky, vibrating train, carrying him far away into Germany. + +Mercifully he died very peacefully in his sleep that evening, and we +were all very thankful that the end should have come a little earlier +than was expected. + +Late that night came a message that the men were not to start till +midday, so we got them all dressed somehow by eleven. All had had bad +nights, nearly all had temperatures, and they looked very poor things +when they were dressed; even fat, jolly Adolphe looked pale and subdued. +We had not attempted to do anything with the bad bed cases; if they +_must_ go they must just go wrapped up in their blankets. But we +unexpectedly got a reprieve. A great German chief came round that +morning, accompanied by the German doctor and German commandant, and +gave the order that the very bad cases were to remain for the present. I +cannot say how thankful we were for this respite and so were the men. +Poor Jules, who was very weak from pain and high temperature, turned to +the wall and cried from pure relief. + +At 11.30 the patients had their dinner--we tried to give them a good one +for the last--and then every moment we expected the wagons to come. We +waited and waited till at length we began to long for them to come and +get the misery of it over. At last they arrived, and we packed our +patients into it as comfortably as we could on the straw. Each had a +parcel with a little money and a few delicacies our ever-generous Madame +D---- had provided. It was terrible to think of some of these poor men +in their shoddy uniforms, without an overcoat, going off to face a long +German winter. + +So we said good-bye with smiles and tears and thanks and salutations. +And the springless wagons jolted away over the rough road, and +fortunately we had our bad cases to occupy our thoughts. An order came +to prepare at once for some more wounded who might be coming in at any +time, so we started at once to get ready for any emergency. The beds +were disinfected and made up with our last clean sheets and +pillow-cases, and the wards scrubbed, when there was a shout from some +one that they were bringing in wounded at the hospital gate. We looked +out and true enough there were stretchers being brought in. I went along +to the operating theatre to see that all was ready there in case of +necessity, when I heard shrieks and howls of joy, and turned round and +there were all our dear men back again, and they, as well as the entire +staff, were half mad with delight. They were all so excited, talking at +once, one could hardly make out what had happened; but at last I made +one of them tell me quietly. It appeared that when the wagons got down +to Charleroi station, the men were unloaded and put on stretchers, and +were about to be carried into the station when an officer came and +pointed a pistol at them (why, no one knew, for they were only obeying +orders), and said they were to wait. So they waited there outside the +station for a long time, guarded by a squad of German soldiers, and at +last were told that the train to Germany was already full and that they +must return to the hospital. They all had to be got back into bed (into +our disinfected beds, with the last of the clean sheets!) and fed and +their dressings done, and so on, and they were so excited that it took a +long time before they could settle down for the night. But it was a very +short reprieve, for the next day they had to go off again and there was +no coming back this time. + +I often think of those poor lads in Germany and wonder what has become +of them, and if those far-off mothers all think their sons are dead. If +so, what a joyful surprise some of them will have some day--after the +war. + + + + +IV + +THE RETURN TO BRUSSELS + + +This seemed a favourable moment for me to go to Brussels for a day or +two to visit my flock. The Committee gave me leave to go, but begged me +to be back in two days, which I promised to do. A _laissez-passer_ had +been obtained from the German commandant for a Red Cross automobile to +go into Brussels to fetch some supplies of dressings and bandages of +which all the hospitals in the neighbourhood were woefully short. And I +was also graciously accorded a ticket of leave by the same august +authority to go for two days, which might be extended to three according +to the length of stay of the automobile. + +The night before I left, an aeroplane which had been flying very high +above the town dropped some papers. The doctor with whom I was lodging +secured one and brought it back triumphantly. It contained a message +from the Burgomaster of Antwerp to his fellow-citizens, and ended thus: +"Courage, fellow-citizens, in a fortnight our country will be delivered +from the enemy." + +We were all absurdly cheered by this message, and felt that it was only +a matter of a short time now before the Germans were driven out of +Belgium. We had had no news for so long that we thought probably the +Antwerp Burgomaster had information of which we knew nothing, and I was +looking forward to hearing some good news when I got to Brussels. + +I found Brussels very much changed since I had left it some weeks +before. Then it was in a fever of excitement, now it was in the chill of +dark despair. German rule was firmly established, and was growing daily +more harsh and humiliating for its citizens. Everything was done to +Germanize the city, military automobiles were always dashing through, +their hooters playing the notes of the Emperor's salute, Belgian +automobiles that had been requisitioned whirred up and down the streets +filled with German officers' wives and children, German time was kept, +German money was current coin, and every cafe and confectioner's shop +was always crowded with German soldiers. Every day something new was +forbidden. Now it was taking photographs--the next day no cyclist was +allowed to ride, and any cyclist in civil dress might be shot at sight, +and so on. The people were only _just_ kept in hand by their splendid +Burgomaster, M. Max, but more than once it was just touch and go whether +he would be able to restrain them any longer. + +What made the people almost more angry than anything else was the loss +of their pigeons, as many of the Belgians are great pigeon fanciers and +have very valuable birds. Another critical moment was when they were +ordered to take down all the Belgian flags. Up to that time the Belgian +flag, unlike every other town that the Germans had occupied, had floated +bravely from nearly every house in Brussels. M. Max had issued a +proclamation encouraging the use of it early in the war. Now this was +forbidden as it was considered an insult to the Germans. Even the Red +Cross flag was forbidden except on the German military hospitals, and I +thought Brussels looked indeed a melancholy city as we came in from +Charleroi that morning in torrents of rain in the Red Cross car. + +My first business was to go round and visit all my nurses. I found most +of them very unhappy because they had no work. All the patients had been +removed from the fire-station hospital and nearly all the private +hospitals and ambulances were empty too. It was said that Germans would +rather have all their wounded die than be looked after by Englishwomen, +and there were dreadful stories afloat which I cannot think any German +believed, of English nurses putting out the eyes of the German wounded. +Altogether there were a good many English Sisters and doctors in +Brussels--three contingents sent out by the Order of St. John of +Jerusalem, to which we belonged, a large unit sent by the British Red +Cross Society, and a good many sent out privately. It certainly was not +worth while for more than a hundred English nurses to remain idle in +Brussels, and the only thing to do now was to get them back to England +as soon as possible. In the meantime a few of them took the law into +their own hands, and slipped away without a passport, and got back to +England safely by unofficial means. + +The second afternoon I was in Brussels I received a note from one of my +nurses who had been sent to Tirlemont in my absence by the Belgian Red +Cross Society. The contents of the note made me very anxious about her, +and I determined to go and see her if possible. I had some Belgian +acquaintances who had come from that direction a few days before, and I +went to ask their advice as to how I should set about it. They told me +the best way, though rather the longest, was to go first to Malines and +then on to Tirlemont from there, and the only possible way of getting +there was to walk, as they had done a few days previously, and trust to +getting lifts in carts. There had been no fighting going on when they +had passed, and they thought I should get through all right. + +So I set out very early in the morning accompanied by another Sister, +carrying a little basket with things for one or two nights. I did not +ask for any _laissez-passer_, knowing well enough that it would not be +granted. We were lucky enough to get a tram the first part of the way, +laden with peasants who had been in to Brussels to sell country produce +to the German army, and then we set out on our long walk. It was a +lovely late September morning, and the country looked so peaceful one +could hardly believe that a devastating war was going on. Our way led +first through a park, then through a high-banked lane all blue with +scabious, and then at last we got on to a main road, when the owner of a +potato cart crawling slowly along, most kindly gave us a long lift on +our way. + +We then walked straight along the Malines road, and I was just remarking +to my companion that it was odd we should not have met a single German +soldier, when we came into a village that was certainly full of them. It +was about 11 o'clock and apparently their dinner hour, for they were all +hurrying out of a door with cans full of appetizing stew in their hands. +They took no notice of us and we walked on, but very soon came to a +sandy piece of ground where a good many soldiers were entrenched and +where others were busily putting up barbed-wire entanglements. They +looked at us rather curiously but did not stop us, and we went on. +Suddenly we came to a village where a hot skirmish was going on, two +Belgian and German outposts had met. Some mitrailleuses were there in +the field beside us, and the sound of rifle fire was crackling in the +still autumn air. There was nothing to do but to go forward, so we went +on through the village, and presently saw four German soldiers running +up the street. It is not a pretty sight to see men running away. These +men were livid with terror and gasping with deep breaths as they ran. +One almost brushed against me as he passed, and then stopped for a +moment, and I thought he was going to shoot us. But in a minute they +went on towards the barbed-wire barricades and we made our way up the +village street. Bullets were whistling past now, and every one was +closing their shops and putting up their shutters. Several people were +taking refuge behind a manure heap, and we went to join them, but the +proprietor came out and said we must not stay there as it was dangerous +for him. He advised us to go to the hotel, so we went along the street +until we reached it, but it was not a very pleasant walk, as bullets +were flying freely and the mitrailleuse never stopped going pom-pom-pom. + +We found the hotel closed when we got to it, and the people absolutely +refused to let us come in, so we stood in the road for a few minutes, +not knowing which way to go. Then a Red Cross doctor saw us, and came +and told us to get under cover at once. We explained that we desired +nothing better, but that the hotel was shut, so he very kindly took us +to a convent near by. It was a convent of French nuns who had been +expelled from France and come to settle in this little village, and when +they heard who we were they were perfectly charming to us, bringing +beautiful pears from their garden and offering to keep us for the night. +We could not do that, however, it might have brought trouble on them; +but we rested half an hour and then made up our minds to return to +Brussels. We could not go forward as the Malines road was blocked with +soldiers, and we were afraid we could not get back the way we had come, +past the barbed-wire barricades, but the nuns told us of a little lane +at the back of their convent which led to the high road to Brussels, +about fifteen miles distant. We went down this lane for about an hour, +and then came to a road where four roads met, just as the nuns had said. +I did not know which road to take, so asked a woman working outside the +farm. She spoke Flemish, of which I only know a few words, and either I +misunderstood her, or she thought we were German Sisters, for she +pointed to another lane at the left which we had not noticed, and we +thought it was another short cut to Brussels. + +We had only gone a few yards down this lane when we met a German sentry +who said "Halt!" We were so accustomed to them that we did not take much +notice, and I just showed my Red Cross brassard as I had been accustomed +to do in Charleroi when stopped. This had the German eagle stamped on it +as well as the Belgian Red Cross stamp. The man saluted and let us pass. +_Now_ I realize that he too thought we were German Sisters. + +We went on calmly down the lane and in two minutes we fell into a whole +German camp. There were tents and wagons and cannon and camp fires, and +thousands of soldiers. I saw some carts there which they must have +captured from the English bearing the familiar names of "Lyons' Tea" and +"Pickford" vans! An officer came up and asked in German what we wanted. +I replied in French that we were two Sisters on our way to Brussels. +Fortunately I could produce my Belgian Carte d'Identite, which had also +been stamped with the German stamp. The only hope was to let him think +we were Belgians. Had they known we were English I don't think anything +would have saved us from being shot as spies. The officer had us +searched, but found nothing contraband on us and let us go, though he +did not seem quite satisfied. He really thought he had found something +suspicious when he spied in my basket a small metal case. It contained +nothing more compromising, however, than a piece of Vinolia soap. We had +not the least idea which way to go when we were released, and went wrong +first, and had to come back through that horrible camp again. Seven +times we were stopped and searched, and each time I pointed to my German +brassard and produced my Belgian Carte d'Identite. Sister did not speak +French or German, but she was very good and did not lose her head, or +give us away by speaking English to me. And at last--it seemed hours to +us--we got safely past the last sentry. Footsore and weary, but very +thankful, we trudged back to Brussels. + +But that was not quite the end of our adventure, for just as we were +getting into Brussels an officer galloped after us, and dismounted as +soon as he got near us. He began asking in broken French the most +searching questions as to our movements. I could not keep it up and had +to tell him that we were English. He really nearly fell down with +surprise, and wanted to know, naturally enough, what we were doing +there. I told him the exact truth--how we had started out for Malines, +were unable to get there and so were returning to Brussels. "But," he +said at once, "you are not on the Malines road." He had us there, but I +explained that we had rested at a convent and that the nuns had shown us +a short cut, and that we had got on to the wrong road quite by mistake. +He asked a thousand questions, and wanted the whole history of our lives +from babyhood up. Eventually I satisfied him apparently, for he saluted, +and said in English as good as mine, "Truly the English are a wonderful +nation," mounted his horse and rode away. + +I did not try any more excursions to Tirlemont after that, but heard +later on that my nurse was safe and in good hands. + + * * * * * + +My business in Brussels was now finished, and I wanted to return to my +hospital at M. The German authorities met my request with a blank +refusal. I was not at all prepared for this. I had only come in for two +days and had left all my luggage behind me. Also one cannot leave one's +hospital in this kind of way without a word of explanation to anyone. I +could not go without permission, and it was more than sixty kilometres, +too far to walk. I kept on asking, and waited and waited, hoping from +day to day to get permission to return. + +Instead of that came an order that every private ambulance and hospital +in Brussels was to be closed at once, and that no wounded at all were to +be nursed by the English Sisters. The doctor and several of the Sisters +belonging to the Red Cross unit were imprisoned for twenty-four hours +under suspicion of being spies. Things could not go on like this much +longer. What I wanted to do was to send all my nurses back to England if +it could be arranged, and return myself to my work at M. till it was +finished. We were certainly not wanted in Brussels. The morning that the +edict to close the hospitals had been issued, I saw about 200 German Red +Cross Sisters arriving at the Gare du Nord. + +I am a member of the International Council of Nurses, and our last big +congress was held in Germany. I thus became acquainted with a good many +of the German Sisters, and wondered what the etiquette would be if I +should meet some of them now in Brussels. But I never saw any I knew. + +After the Red Cross doctor with his Sisters had been released, he went +to the German authorities and asked in the name of us all what they +proposed doing with us. As they would no longer allow us to follow our +profession, we could not remain in Brussels. The answer was rather +surprising as they said they intended sending the whole lot of us to +Liege. That was not pleasant news. Liege was rather uncomfortably near +Germany, and as we were not being sent to work there it sounded +remarkably like being imprisoned. Every one who could exerted themselves +on our behalf; the American Consul in particular went over and over +again to vainly try to get the commandant to change his mind. We were to +start on Monday morning, and on Sunday at midday the order still stood. +But at four o'clock that afternoon we got a message to say that our +gracious masters had changed our sentence, and that we were to go to +England when it suited their pleasure to send us. But this did not suit +_my_ pleasure at all. Twenty-six nurses had been entrusted to my care by +the St. John's Committee, four were still at M., and one at Tirlemont, +and I did not mean to quit Belgian soil if I could help it, leaving five +of them behind. So I took everything very quietly, meaning to stay +behind at the last minute, and change into civilian dress, which I took +care to provide myself with. + +Then began a long period of waiting. Not one of my nurses was working, +though there were a great many wounded in Brussels, and we knew that +they were short-handed. There was nothing to do but to walk about the +streets and read the new _affiches_, or proclamations, which were put up +almost every day, one side in French, the other side in German, so that +all who listed might read. They were of two kinds. One purported to give +the news, which was invariably of important German successes and +victories. The other kind were orders and instructions for the behaviour +of the inhabitants of Brussels. It was possible at that time to buy +small penny reprints of all the proclamations issued since the German +occupation. They were not sold openly as the Germans were said to forbid +their sale, but after all they could hardly punish people for reissuing +what they themselves had published. Unfortunately I afterwards lost my +little books of proclamations, but can reproduce a translation of a +characteristic one that appeared on October 5. The italics are mine. + + BRUSSELS: October 5, 1914. + + During the evening of September 25 the railway line and the + telegraph wires were destroyed on the line Lovenjoul-Vertryck. In + consequence of this, these two places have had to render an account + of this, and had to give hostages on the morning of September 30. + In future, the localities nearest to the place where similar acts + take place _will be punished without pity--it matters little + whether the inhabitants are guilty or not_. For this purpose + hostages have been taken from all localities near the railway line + thus menaced, and at the first attempt to destroy either the + railway line or telephone or telegraph, _the hostages will be + immediately shot_. Further, all the troops charged with the duty of + guarding the railway have been ordered _to shoot any person with a + suspicious manner_ who approaches the line or telegraph or + telephone wires. + + VON DER GOLST. + +And Von der Golst was recalled from Brussels later on because he was too +lenient! + +There is no reparation the Germans can ever make for iniquities of this +kind--and they cannot deny these things as they have others, for they +stand condemned out of their own mouths. Their own proclamations are +quite enough evidence to judge them on. + +One cannot help wondering what the German standard of right and wrong +really is, because their private acts as well as their public ones have +been so unworthy of a great nation. Some Belgian acquaintances of mine +who had a large chateau in the country told me that such stealing among +officers as took place was unheard of in any war before between +civilized countries. The men had little opportunity of doing so, but the +officers sent whole wagon-loads of things back to Germany with their +name on. My friends said naturally they expected them to take food and +wine and even a change of clothing, but in their own home the German +officers quartered there had taken the very carpets off the floor and +the chandeliers from the ceiling, and old carved cupboards that had been +in the family for generations, and sent them back to Germany. They all +begged me to make these facts public when I got back to England. Writing +letters was useless as they never got through. Other Belgian friends +told me of the theft of silver, jewellery, and even women's +undergarments. + +It was not etiquette in Brussels to watch the Germans, and particularly +the officers. One could not speak about them in public, spies were +everywhere, and one would be arrested at once at the first indiscreet +word--but no one could be forced to look at them--and the habit was to +ignore them altogether, to avert one's head, or shut one's eyes, or in +extreme cases to turn one's back on them, and this hurt their feelings +more than anything else could do. They _could_ not believe apparently +that Belgian women did not enjoy the sight of a beautiful officer in +full dress--as much as German women would do. + +All English papers were very strictly forbidden, but a few got in +nevertheless by runners from Ostend. At the beginning of the German +occupation the _Times_ could be obtained for a franc. Later it rose to 3 +francs then 5, then 9, then 15 francs. Then with a sudden leap it +reached 23 francs on one day. That was the high-water mark, for it came +down after that. The _Times_ was too expensive for the likes of me. I +used to content myself with the _Flandres Liberale_, a half-penny paper +published then in Ghent and sold in Brussels for a franc or more +according to the difficulty in getting it in. These papers used to be +wrapped up very tight and small and smuggled into Brussels in a basket +of fruit or a cart full of dirty washing. They could not of course be +bought in the shops, and the Germans kept a very keen look-out for them. +We used to get them nevertheless almost every day in spite of them. + +The mode of procedure was this: When it was getting dusk you sauntered +out to take a turn in the fresh air. You strolled through a certain +square where there were men selling picture post-cards, etc. You +selected a likely looking man and went up and looked over his cards, +saying under your breath "_Journal Anglais?_" or "_Flandres Liberale?_" +which ever it happened to be. Generally you were right, but occasionally +the man looked at you with a blank stare and you knew you had made a bad +shot, and if perchance he had happened to be a spy, your lot would not +have been a happy one. But usually you received a whispered "Oui, +madame," in reply, and then you loudly asked the way to somewhere, and +the man would conduct you up a side street, pointing the way with his +finger. When no one was looking he slipped a tiny folded parcel into +your hand, you slipped a coin into his, and the ceremony was over. But +it was not safe to read your treasure at a front window or anywhere +where you might be overlooked. + +Sometimes these newspaper-sellers grew bold and transacted this business +too openly and then there was trouble. One evening some of the nurses +were at Benediction at the Carmelite Church, when a wretched newspaper +lad rushed into the church and hid himself in a Confessional. He was +followed by four or five German soldiers. They stopped the service and +forbade any of the congregation to leave, and searched the church till +they found the white and trembling boy, and dragged him off to his fate. +We heard afterwards that a German spy had come up and asked him in +French if he had a paper, and the boy was probably new at the game and +fell into the trap. + +About this time the Germans were particularly busy in Brussels. A great +many new troops were brought in, amongst them several Austrian regiments +and a great many naval officers and men. It was quite plain that some +big undertaking was planned. Then one day we saw the famous heavy guns +going out of the city along the Antwerp road. I had heard them last at +Maubeuge, now I was to hear them again. Night and day reinforcements of +soldiers poured into Brussels at the Gare du Nord, and poured out at the +Antwerp Gate. No one whatever was permitted to pass to leave the city, +the trams were all stopped at the barriers, and aeroplanes were +constantly hovering above the city like huge birds of prey. + +On Sunday, September 27, we woke to hear cannon booming and the house +shaking with each concussion. The Germans had begun bombarding the forts +which lay between Brussels and Antwerp. Looking from the heights of +Brussels with a good glass, one could see shells bursting near Waelheim +and Wavre St. Catherine. The Belgians were absolutely convinced that +Antwerp was impregnable, and as we had heard that large masses of +English troops had been landed there, we hoped very much that this would +be the turning-point of the war, and that the Germans might be driven +back out of the country. + +On Wednesday, September 30, the sounds of cannon grew more distant, and +we heard that Wavre St. Catherine had been taken. The Belgians were +still confident, but it seems certain that the Germans were convinced +that nothing could withstand their big guns, for they made every +preparation to settle down in Brussels for the winter. They announced +that from October 1 Brussels would be considered as part of German +territory, and that they intended to re-establish the local postal +service from that date. They reckoned without their host there, for the +Brussels postmen refused to a man to take service under them, so the +arrangement collapsed. They did re-establish postal communication +between Brussels and Germany, and issued a special set of four stamps. +They were the ordinary German stamps of 3, 5, 10 and 20 pfennig, and +were surcharged in black "Belgien 3, 5, 10 and 20 centimes." + +About this time, too, they took M. Max, the Burgomaster, off to Liege as +prisoner, on the pretext that Brussels had not yet paid the enormous +indemnity demanded of it. He held the people in the hollow of his hand, +and the Brussels authorities very much feared a rising when he was taken +off. But the Echevins, or College of Sheriffs, rose to the occasion, +divided his work between them, and formed a local police composed of +some of the most notable citizens of the town. They were on duty all day +and night and divided the work into four-hour shifts, and did splendid +work in warning the people against disorderly acts and preventing +disturbances. It is not difficult to guess what would have happened if +these patriotic citizens had not acted in this way--there would most +certainly have been a rising among the people, and the German reprisals +would have been terrible. As it was a German soldier who was swaggering +alone down the Rue Basse was torn in pieces by the angry crowd, but for +some reason this outbreak was hushed up by the German authorities. + + + + +V + +A MEMORABLE JOURNEY + + +The authorities seemed to be far too busy to trouble themselves about +our affairs, and we could get no news as to what was going to happen to +us. There was a good deal of typhoid fever in Brussels, and I thought I +would employ this waiting time in getting inoculated against it, as I +had not had time to do so before leaving England. + +This operation was performed every Saturday by a doctor at the Hopital +St. Pierre, so on Saturday, October 3, I repaired there to take my turn +with the others. The prick was nothing, and it never occurred to me that +I should take badly, having had, I believe, typhoid when a child. But I +soon began to feel waves of hot and cold, then a violent headache came +on, and I was forced to go to bed with a very painful arm and a high +temperature. I tossed about all night, and the next morning I was worse +rather than better. At midday I received a message that every English +Sister and doctor in Brussels was to leave for England the next day, via +Holland, in a special train that had been chartered by some Americans +and accompanied by the American Consul. How I rejoiced at my fever, for +now I had a legitimate excuse for staying behind, for except at the +point of the sword I did not mean to leave Belgium while I still had +nurses there who might be in danger. The heads of all the various +parties were requested to let their nurses know that they must be at the +station the next day at 2 P. M. Several of my nurses were +lodging in the house I was in, and I sent a message to them and to all +the others that they must be ready at the appointed place and time. I +also let a trusted few know that I did not mean to go myself, and gave +them letters and messages for England. + +The next morning I was still not able to get up, but several of my +people came in to say good-bye to me in bed, and I wished them good luck +and a safe passage back to England. By 1 P. M. they were all +gone, and a great peace fell over the house. I struggled out of bed, +put all traces of uniform away, and got out my civilian dress. I was no +longer an official, but a private person out in Belgium on my own +account, and intended to walk to Charleroi by short stages as soon as I +was able. I returned to bed, and at five o'clock I was half asleep, half +picturing my flock on their way to England, when there was a great +clamour and clatter, and half a dozen of them burst into my room. They +were all back once more! + +They told me they had gone down to the station as they were told, and +found the special train for Americans going off to the Dutch frontier. +Their names were all read out, but they were not allowed to get into the +train, and were told they were not going that day after all. The German +officials present would give no reason for the change, and were +extremely rude to the nurses. They told me my name had been read out +amongst the others. They had been asked why I was not there, and had +replied that I was ill in bed. + +Just then a letter arrived marked "Urgent," and in it was an order that +I should be at the station at 12 P. M. the next day _without +fail_, accompanied by my nurses. I was very sad that they had discovered +I did not want to go, because I knew now that they would leave no stone +unturned to make me, but I determined to resist to the last moment and +not go if I could help it. So I sent back a message to the Head Doctor +of the Red Cross unit, asking him to convey to the German authorities +the fact that I was ill in bed and could not travel the next day. Back +came a message to say that they regretted to hear I was ill, and that I +should be transferred at once to a German hospital and be attended by a +German doctor. That, of course, was no good at all--I should then +probably have been a German prisoner till the end of the war, and not +have been the slightest use to anyone. + +I very reluctantly gave in and said I would go. We were told that we +should be safely conducted as far as the Dutch frontier, and so I +determined to get across to Antwerp if I could from there and work my +way back to Brussels in private clothes. + +I scrambled up somehow the next day, and found a very large party +assembled outside the Gare du Nord, as every single English nurse and +doctor in Brussels was to be expelled. There must have been fifteen or +twenty doctors and dressers altogether, and more than a hundred Sisters +and nurses. + +A squad of German soldiers were lined up outside the station, and two +officers guarded the entrance. They had a list of our names, and as each +name was read out, we were passed into the station, where a long, black +troop-train composed of third-class carriages was waiting for us. The +front wagons were, I believe, full of either wounded or prisoners, as +only a few carriages were reserved for us. However, we crowded in, eight +of us in a carriage meant for six, and found, greatly to our surprise, +that there were two soldiers with loaded rifles sitting at the window in +each compartment. There was nothing to be said, we were entirely in +their hands, and after all the Dutch frontier was not so very far off. + +The soldiers had had orders to sit at the two windows and prevent us +seeing out, but our two guards were exceedingly nice men, not Prussians +but Danish Germans from Schleswig-Holstein, who did not at all enjoy the +job they had been put to, so our windows were not shut nor our blinds +down as those in some of the other carriages were. + +A whistle sounded, and we were off. We went very very slowly, and waited +an interminable time at each station. When evening came on we had only +arrived as far as Louvain, and were interested to see two Zeppelins +looming clear and black against the sunset sky, in the Malines direction +flying towards Antwerp. It was not too dark to see the fearful +destruction that had been dealt out to this famous Catholic University, +only built and endowed during the last eighty years by great and heroic +sacrifices on the part of both clergy and people. The two German +soldiers in our carriage were themselves ashamed when they saw from the +window the crumbling ruins and burnt-out buildings which are all that +remain of Louvain now. One of them muttered: "If only the people had not +fired at the soldiers, this would never have happened." Since he felt +inclined to discuss the matter, one of us quoted the clause from The +Hague Convention of 1907 which was signed by Germany: + + The territory of neutral states is inviolable. + + The fact of a neutral Power resisting even by force, attempts to + violate its neutrality cannot be regarded as a hostile act. + +This was beyond him, but he reiterated: "No civilians have any right to +fire at soldiers." And all the time they were killing civilians by bombs +thrown on open cities. So deep has the sanctity of the army sunk into +the German heart. + +Night drew on, and one after another dropped into an uneasy sleep. But +we were squeezed so tight, and the wooden third-class carriages were so +hard, that it was almost more uncomfortable to be asleep than to be +awake. We persuaded the two German soldiers to sit together as that made +a little more room, and they soon went to sleep on each other's +shoulders, their rifles between their knees. I was still feverish and +seedy and could not sleep, but watched the beautiful starry sky, and +meditated upon many things. We passed through Tirlemont, and I thought +of my poor nurse and wished I could get out and see what she was doing. +Then I began to be rather puzzled by the way we were going. I knew this +line pretty well, but could not make out where we were. About three +o'clock in the morning I saw great forts on a hill sending out powerful +search-lights. I knew I could not be mistaken, this must be Liege. And +then we drew up in the great busy station, and I saw that it was indeed +Liege. So we were on our way to Germany after all, and not to the Dutch +frontier as we had been promised. + +Next morning this was quite apparent, for we passed through Verviers and +then Herbesthal the frontier town. At the latter place the doors of all +our carriages were thrown violently open, and a Prussian officer shouted +in a raucous voice "Heraus." Few of our party understood German, and +they did not get out quickly enough to please his lordship, for he +bellowed to the soldiers: "Push those women out of the train if they +don't go quicker." Our things were thrown out after us as we scrambled +out on to the platform, while two officers walked up and down having +every bag and portmanteau turned out for their inspection. All +scissors, surgical instruments and other useful articles were taken away +from the Sisters, who protested in vain against this unfair treatment. +The soldiers belonging to our carriage, seeing this, tumbled all our +possessions back into the carriage, pretending that they had been +examined--for we had become fast friends since we had shared our scanty +stock of food and chocolate together. I was personally very thankful not +to have my belongings looked at too closely, for I had several things I +did not at all want to part with; one was my camera, which was sewn up +inside my travelling cushion, a little diary that I had kept in Belgium, +and a sealed letter that had been given me as we stood outside the +station at Brussels by a lady who implored me to take it to England and +post it for her there, as it was to her husband in Petrograd, who had +had no news of her since the war began. I had this in an inside secret +pocket, and very much hoped I should get it through successfully. + +We were ordered into the train again in the same polite manner that we +had been ordered out. Our two soldiers were much upset by the treatment +we had received. One had tears in his eyes when he told us how sorry he +was, for he had the funny old-fashioned idea that Red Cross Sisters on +active service should be treated with respect--even if they were +English. He then told us that their orders were to accompany us to +Cologne; he did not know what was going to happen to us after that. So +Germany was to be our destination after all. + +At the next station we stopped for a long time, and then the doors of +the carriages were opened and we were each given a bowl of soup. It was +very good and thick, and we christened it "hoosh" with remembrance of +Scott's rib-sticking compound in the Antarctic; and there was plenty of +it, so we providently filled up a travelling kettle with it for the +evening meal. Then we went on again and crawled through that +interminable day over the piece of line between Herbesthal and Cologne. +Evening came, and we thought of the "hoosh," but when it came to the +point no one could look at it, and we threw it out of the window. A +horrible yellow scum had settled on the top of it and clung to the +sides, so that it spoilt the kettle for making tea--and we _were_ so +thirsty. + +At last, late at night, we saw the lights of Cologne. We had been +thirty-two hours doing a journey that ordinarily takes six or seven. We +were ordered out of the train when we reached the station, and were +marched along between two rows of soldiers to a waiting-room. No porters +were allowed to help us, so we trailed all along those underground +corridors at Cologne station with our own luggage. Fortunately it was so +late that there were not many people about. We were allowed to have a +meal here, and could order anything we liked. Some coffee was a great +comfort, and we were able to buy rolls and fruit for the journey. + +An incident happened here that made my blood boil, but nothing could be +done, so we had to set our teeth and bear it. A waiter came in smiling +familiarly, with a bundle of papers under his arm, and put one of these +illustrated weeklies beside each plate. On the front page was a horrible +caricature of England--so grossly indecent that it makes me hot now +even to think of it. As soon as I saw what they were, I went round to +each place, gathered them up and put them aside. + +As we waited I wondered what was to be the next step, and could not help +thinking of my last visit to Cologne two years before. Then I went as a +delegate to a very large Congress and Health Exhibition, when we were +the honoured guests of the German National Council of Nurses. Then we +were feted by the Municipality of Cologne--given a reception at the +Botanical Gardens, a free pass to all the sights of Cologne, a concert, +tableaux, a banquet, I don't know what more. Now I was a prisoner +heavily guarded, weary, dirty, humiliated in the very city that had done +us so much honour. + +After about three hours' wait we were ordered into another train, +mercifully for our poor bones rather a more comfortable one this time, +with plenty of room, and we went on our way, over the Rhine, looking +back at Cologne Cathedral, on past Essen and Dusseldorf, into the very +heart of Germany. It was rather an original idea--this trip through the +enemy's country in the middle of the war! + +In the morning we had a nice surprise. We arrived at Muenster, and found +breakfast awaiting us. The Red Cross ladies of that town kindly provide +meals for all prisoners and wounded soldiers passing through. They +seemed very surprised when all we English people turned up, but they +were very kind in waiting on us, and after breakfast we got what was +better than anything in the shape of a good wash. We had a long wait at +Muenster so there was no hurry, and we all got our turn under the +stand-pipe and tap that stood in the station. Then on and on and on, and +it seemed that we had always been in the train, till at last, late one +evening, we arrived at Hamburg. + +We were ordered out of the train here for a meal, and this was by far +the most unpleasant time we had. Evidently the news of our arrival had +preceded us, and a whole crowd of Hamburgers were at the station waiting +to see us emerge from the train. + +They were not allowed on to the platform, but lined the outside of the +railing all the way down, laughing at us, spitting, hissing, jeering, +and making insulting remarks. And though we were English we had to take +it lying down. At the first indiscreet word from any of us they would +have certainly taken off the men of our party to prison, though they +would have probably done nothing more to us women than to delay our +journey. There were about fifteen doctors and dressers with us, and we +were naturally much more afraid for their safety than for our own. I +think I shall never forget walking down that platform at Hamburg. We +were hurried into a waiting-room, the door of which was guarded by two +soldiers, and a meal of bread and cold meat ordered for us. The German +waiters evidently much resented being asked to serve us, for they nearly +threw the food at us. + +Then something happened that made up for everything. A young German +officer came up and asked in very good English if there was anything he +could do for us in any way. + +"I beg your pardon for speaking to you," he said, "but I received so +much kindness from every one when I was in England, that it would be the +greatest pleasure I could have if I could help you at all." And he +started by giving the waiter the biggest blowing-up he had ever had in +his life, for which I could have hugged him. He then went off and came +back in a few minutes with fruit and chocolate and everything he could +find for us to take with us. He was a very bright and shining star in a +dark place. Then along the platform past that horrible, jeering crowd +and into the train once more. + +It was night, and most of us were asleep when the train stopped with a +jerk, the doors of the train were thrown open, and the fresh, salty +smell of the sea met our nostrils. Some of the party, hardly awake, +thought they had to get out, and began to descend, but such volumes of +wrath met their attempt that they hastily got in again. Every window in +the train was shut, every blind pulled down and curtains closed, and a +soldier with loaded rifle stood at each window. We were crossing the +Kiel Canal. There were a great many people in England who would have +given anything to have been in our shoes just then. But we saw +absolutely nothing. + +They forgot to give us any breakfast that day, but we did not mind. +Every mile now, along this flat, marshy country, was a mile nearer +Denmark and freedom, and our spirits rose higher every moment. Though +why the Germans should take us all through Germany and Denmark, when +they could just as easily have dropped us on the Dutch frontier, I +cannot even now imagine. + +Early that afternoon we arrived at Vendrup, the Danish frontier, and the +soldiers and the train that had brought us all the way from Cologne went +back to Germany. It was difficult to realize that we were free once +more, after two months of being prisoners with no news of home, tied +down to a thousand tiresome regulations, and having witnessed terrible +sights that none of us will ever forget. Strange and delightful it was +to be able to send a telegram to England once more and to buy a paper; +wonderful to see the friendly, smiling faces all round us. It felt +almost like getting home again. + + + + +VI + +A PEACEFUL INTERLUDE + + +Late that night we arrived in Copenhagen. The kindness we received there +surpasses all imagination. The Danish people opened their arms in +welcome and gave us of their best with both hands. Every one went out of +their way to be good to us, from the manager of the delightful Hotel +Cosmopolite, where we were staying, to the utter strangers who sent us +flowers, fruit, sweets, illustrated papers and invitations to every +possible meal in such profusion. + +Miss Jessen, the secretary of the Danish Council of Nurses, called at +once and arranged a most delightful programme for every day of our stay +in Copenhagen, bringing us invitations to see over the most important +hospitals, and the Finsen Light Institute, the old Guildhall, the +picture gallery, and anything else any of us wanted to see. + +[Illustration: MAP OF OUR NORTHERN JOURNEY] + +The president, Madame Tscherning, and the members of the same council, +arranged a most delightful afternoon reception for us at the Palace +Hotel, at which Dr. Norman Hansen welcomed us in the name of Denmark, +and read us a poem which he had written in our honour. + + TO THE BRITISH SURGEONS AND NURSES PASSING COPENHAGEN ON THEIR WAY + FROM BELGIUM + + Silent, we bid you welcome, in silence you answer'd our greeting + Because our lips must be closed, and your teeth are set + Against the gale. + Our mouths are mute, our minds are open-- + We shall greet you farewell in silence; + Sowers of good-will on fields where hate is sown-- + Fare ye well. + + C. NORMAN HANSEN, M.D. + +That evening at dinner we all found a beautiful bunch of violets tied up +with the Danish colours on our plates, and a pretty Danish medal with +the inscription "Our God--our Land--our Honour" which had been issued to +raise a fund for the Danish Red Cross Society. This was a little +surprise for us on the part of the manager of the hotel, who, like +every one else, simply overwhelmed us with kindness. One simply felt +dreadfully ashamed of oneself for not having done more to deserve all +this. + +On the first day of our arrival in Denmark came the news of the downfall +of Antwerp, and through all these delightful invitations and receptions +there was a feeling in my heart that I was not free yet to enjoy myself. +The downfall of Antwerp seemed almost like a personal loss. We had been +so close to it, had shared our Belgian friends' hopes and fears, had +watched the big German howitzers going out on the Antwerp road, had +heard the bombardment of the forts, on our long journey through Belgium +had seen the enormous reinforcements being sent up to take it. And now +it had gone, and the Germans were marching on Ostend. What was the end +of all this going to be? We _must_ win in the end--but they are so +strong and well organized--so _dreadfully_ strong. + +In that same paper I read an account from a Russian correspondent, +telling of the distress in Poland, which they described as the "Belgium +of Russia." It stated that the news just then was not good; the Germans +were approaching Warsaw, and that the people in many of the villages +were almost starving, as the Germans had eaten up almost everything. +(How well I could believe that!) The paper went on to say that the +troops were suffering severely from cholera and from typhoid fever and +that there was a great scarcity of trained nurses. That gave me the clue +for which I was unconsciously seeking--we had been turned out of +Belgium, and now, perhaps, our work was to be in that other Belgium of +Russia. + +Three other Sisters wished to join me, and I telegraphed to St. John's +to ask permission to offer our services to the Russian Red Cross. The +answer was delayed, and as we could not go to Russia without permission +from headquarters, we most reluctantly prepared to go back to England +with all the others. + +On the last morning our luggage, labelled Christiania-Bergen-Newcastle, +had already gone down to the station when the expected telegram arrived: +"You and three Sisters named may volunteer Russian Red Cross." We flew +down to the station and by dint of many tips and great exertions we got +our luggage out again. I should have been sorry to have lost my little +all for the second time. + +This permission to serve with the Russian Red Cross was confirmed later +by a most kind letter from Sir Claude Macdonald, chairman of the St. +John's Committee, so we felt quite happy about our enterprise. + +We could not start for Russia for another ten days. We were to be +inoculated against cholera for one thing, and then there were passports +and vises to get and arrangements for the journey to be made. The +ordinary route was by Aboe, Stockholm and Helsingfors, but we were very +strongly advised not to go this way, first, because of the possibility +of mines in the Baltic, and, secondly, because a steamer, recently +crossing that way, had been actually boarded, and some English people +taken off by the Germans. And we had no desire to be caught a second +time. + +So it was decided to my great joy that we should travel all the way +round by land, through Sweden, through a little bit of Lapland, just +touching the Arctic Circle, through Finland and so to Petrograd. The +thought of the places we had to go through thrilled me to the +core--Karungi, Haparanda, Lapptrask, Torneo--the very names are as +honey to the lips. + + * * * * * + +One might have expected that all the kindness and hospitality would +cease on the departure of the majority of the party, but it was not so. +Invitations of all kinds were showered on us. Lunches were the chief +form of entertainment and very interesting and delightful they were. +There was a lunch at the British Legation, one at the French Legation, +one at the Belgian Legation where the minister was so pathetically glad +of any crumbs of news of his beloved country; a delightful dinner to +meet Prince Gustav of Denmark, an invitation to meet Princess Mary of +Greece, another lunch with Madame Tscherning, the president of the +Danish Council of Nurses, and the "Florence Nightingale of Denmark." +Altogether we should have been thoroughly spoilt if it had lasted any +longer! One of the most delightful invitations was to stay at Vidbek for +the remainder of our time, a dear little seaside place with beautiful +woods, just then in their full glory of autumnal colouring. It was +within easy reach of Copenhagen and we went in almost every day, for +one reason or another, and grew very fond of the beautiful old city. + +The time came for us to say good-bye. I was very sorry indeed to leave +dear little Denmark where we had had such a warm welcome. Denmark is, of +course, officially, absolutely neutral, but she cannot forget the ties +of blood and friendship that bind the two island countries together. +They are indeed a splendid people to be kin to, tall and fair and +strong, as becomes an ancient race of sea-kings. I only hope that it may +be my good fortune, some day, to be able to repay in some small measure +all the wealth of kindness so freely poured out for us. + +On Saturday, October 24, at 7 P. M. we started for Lapland! Many +of our very kind friends came down to the station to give us a good +send-off and with last presents of flowers, fruit, chocolates and +papers. We crossed first to Malmoe on the ferry, which took about an hour +and a half. It was very calm and clear, and we watched the little +twinkling lights of Denmark gradually disappear and the lights of Sweden +gradually emerge in exchange. At Malmoe there was a customs examination +which was not very severe, as our things were all marked with a huge Red +Cross, and then we got into a funny little horse tram that conveyed us +to the station. + +When morning broke we were speeding along towards Stockholm. The country +was very different from Denmark, much wilder, with rocks and trees and +sand and an occasional glimpse of lake. At that time Sweden was supposed +to bear little good-will towards England, and certainly our reception in +that land was distinctly a chilly one. We drove on arrival to a hotel +which had been recommended to us and asked the concierge if there were +rooms. He said there were, so we had our luggage taken down and +dismissed the cab. The concierge then looked at us suspiciously, and +said, "You are English?" "Yes, we are English." He then went and +confabbed for some minutes with the manageress, and returned. "There are +people still in the rooms, they will not be ready for twenty minutes." +"Then we will have breakfast now and go to our rooms after." Another +long conversation with the manageress, and then he returned again. +"There are no rooms." "But you said there were rooms." "There are no +rooms." Evidently there were none for English travellers anyway, so we +went to another hotel opposite the station, where they were civil, but +no more. We had to stay in Stockholm twenty-four hours and simply hated +it. I had heard much of this "Venice of the North," but the physical +atmosphere was as chilly and unfriendly as the mental one. + +The recollection stamped on my memory is of a grey, cheerless town where +it rained hard almost the whole time, and a bitter wind blowing over the +quays which moaned and sobbed like a lost banshee. + +I was asked to luncheon at the British Legation, and this proved a very +fortunate occurrence for us all, as the minister was so kind as to go to +great trouble in getting us a special permit from the Swedish Foreign +Office to sleep at Boden. Boden is a fortified frontier town and no +foreigners are, as a rule, allowed to stay the night there, but have to +go on to Lulea, and return to Boden the next morning. We started off on +the next lap of our northern journey that evening, and again through +the minister's kind intervention were lucky in getting a carriage to +ourselves in a very full train, and arrived twenty-four hours later at +Boden. + +It was extraordinarily interesting to sleep in that little shanty at +Boden, partly, no doubt, because it was not ordinarily allowed. The +forbidden has always charms. It was the most glorious starlight night I +have ever seen, but bitterly cold, with the thermometer ten degrees +below zero, and everything sparkling with hoar frost. It was here we +nearly lost a bishop. A rather pompous Anglican bishop had been +travelling in the same train from Stockholm, and hearing that we +insignificant females had been permitted to sleep at Boden, he did not +see why he should not do the same and save himself the tiresome journey +to Lulea and back. So in spite of all remonstrances he insisted on +alighting at Boden, and with the whole force of his ecclesiastical +authority announced his intention of staying there. However, it was not +allowed after all, and he missed the train, and while we were +comfortably having our supper in the little inn, we saw the poor bishop +and his chaplain being driven off to Lulea. They turned up again next +morning, but so late that we were afraid they had got lost on the way +the night before. + +All the next morning we went through the same kind of country, past +innumerable frozen lakelets, and copses of stubby pines and silver +birches, till we arrived at Karungi where the railway ends. We made +friends with a most delightful man, who was so good in helping us all +the way through that we christened him St. Raphael, the patron saint of +travellers. He was a fur trader from Finland, and had immense stores of +information about the land and the queer beasts that live in it. He was +a sociable soul, but lived in such out-of-the-way places that he seldom +saw anyone to talk to except the peasants, and it was a great treat, he +said, to meet some of his fellow-countrymen, and his satisfaction knew +no bounds when he heard that one of us hailed from Lancashire, near his +old home. + +From Karungi we had to drive to Haparanda. Our carriage was already +booked by telegram, but a very irate gentleman from Port Said got into +it with his family and declined to get out, using such dreadful +language that I wondered the snow did not begin to sizzle. We did not +want to have a scene there, so when "St. Raphael" said if we would wait +till the evening he would take us over by starlight, we graciously let +the dusky gentleman with the bad temper keep our carriage. + +We went in the meantime to the little wooden inn and ate largely of +strange dishes, dried reindeer flesh, smoked strips of salmon, lax, I +think it is called, served with a curious sweet sauce, and drank many +glasses of tea. At 9 P. M. behold an open motor-car arrived to +take us the thirty miles' drive to Haparanda. It seemed absolutely +absurd to see a motor-car up there on the edge of the Arctic Circle, +where there was not even a proper road. There were several reindeer +sleighs about, and I felt that one of those would have been much more in +keeping. The drivers look most attractive, they wear very gay reindeer +leggings, big sheep-skin coats and wild-looking wolf-skin caps. + +The frozen track was so uneven that we rocked from side to side, and +were thrown violently about in the car, like little kernels in a very +large nut. But it was a wonderful night all the same, the air was thin +and intoxicating like champagne, and the stars up in these northern +latitudes more dazzlingly brilliant than anything I have seen before. We +had to get out at Haparanda and walk over the long bridge which led to +Torneo, where the Finnish Custom House was, and where our luggage and +passports had to be examined. + +We arrived there very cheerful and well pleased with ourselves, to find +all our old travelling companions waiting till the Custom House was +open; the bishop and his party; the bad-tempered man and his family; a +Russian and a Chinese student who were travelling together, and some +others. They had been waiting in the cold for hours, and had not had +their papers or luggage examined yet, so we had had the best of it after +all. + +And we scored yet once more, for "St. Raphael," who spoke fluent +Finnish, at once secured the only cart to take our things over the ferry +to the railway station about half a mile away. + +It was borne in upon me during this journey what an immense country +Russia is. From Torneo to Petrograd does not look far on the map, but +we left Torneo on Wednesday night, and did not arrive in Petrograd till +12.30 A. M. on Saturday, about fifty-two hours' hard travelling +to cover this little track--a narrow thread, almost lost the immensity +of this great Empire. + +Petrograd is not one of those cities whose charms steal upon you +unawares. It is immense, insistent, arresting, almost thrusting itself +on your imagination. It is a city for giants to dwell in, everything is +on such an enormous scale, dealt out in such careless profusion. The +river, first of all, is immense; the palaces grandiose, the very blocks +of which they are fashioned seem to have been hewn by Titans. The names +are full of romance and mystery. The fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, +for instance, how it brings back a certain red and gold book of one's +youth, full of innocent prisoners in clanking chains confined in fetid +underground dungeons. It seemed incredible to really behold its slender, +golden minarets on the other side of the Neva. But this was no time for +sight-seeing, we were all very anxious to get to work at once. So my +first excursion in Petrograd was to the Central Bureau of the Red +Cross. + +The director of the Red Cross received me most kindly and promised that +we should have work very soon. He suggested that in the meantime we +should go and stay in a Russian Community of Sisters, who had a hospital +in Petrograd. I was very glad to accept this offer for us all, for we +must assimilate Russian methods and ways of thought as soon as possible, +if we were to be of real use to them. Still I very much hoped that we +should not be kept in Petrograd very long, as we wanted, if possible, to +get nearer the front. I told the director that we had been inoculated +against cholera and typhoid, and would be quite pleased to be sent to +the infectious hospitals if that would be more help, as there are always +plenty of people to nurse the wounded, but comparatively few who for one +reason or another are able to devote themselves to this other very +necessary work. + +We betook ourselves without delay to the Community of Russian Sisters, +and were installed in dear little cell-like rooms at the top of the +house devoted to the Sisters. The other side of the house is a +beautiful little hospital with several wards set apart for wounded +soldiers. There are a great many similar communities in Russia--all +nursing orders. They are called Sisters of Mercy, but are not nuns in +any sense, as they take no vows and are free to leave whenever they +like. The course of training varies from two to three years and is very +complete, comprising courses in dispensing and other useful subjects. +The pity of it is that there are comparatively few of these trained +Sisters at the front; the vast majority of those working there have only +been through a special "War Course" of two months' training, and are apt +to think that bandaging is the beginning and the end of the art of +nursing. + +The Russian Sisters were most interested in our adventures, and most +kind and nice to us in every way, but assured us that we should not be +allowed anywhere near the front, as only Russian Sisters were allowed +there. They were very surprised when the order came a few days after our +arrival, that we were to get ready to go to Warsaw at once. That was +certainly not quite at the front at that moment, as just then Russia +was in the flush of victory, following the retreating Germans back from +Warsaw to the German frontier. But it was a good long step on the way. + +One errand still remained to be done. I had not posted the letter given +me by the English lady at the Brussels station to her husband in +Petrograd, wishing to have the pleasure of delivering it myself after +carrying it at such risks all through Germany. Directly I arrived I made +inquiries for this Englishman, picturing his joy at getting the +long-deferred news of his wife. Almost the first person I asked knew him +quite well, but imagine what a blow it was to hear that he had a Russian +wife in Petrograd! I vowed never again to carry any more letters to +sorrowing husbands. + +Before we went I received a very kind message that the Empress Marie +Federovna would like to see us before our departure. Prince Gustav of +Denmark had been most kind in writing to his aunt, the Empress, about +us, and had also been good enough to give me a letter of introduction to +her which I sent through the British Embassy. + +A day was appointed to go to the Gatchina Palace to be presented to her +Majesty. The palace is a little way out of Petrograd and stands in a +beautiful park between the Black and the White Lake. + +We were greeted by General K----, one of the Empress's bodyguard, and +waited for a few minutes in the throne room downstairs, chatting to him. +Soon we were summoned upstairs, a door was thrown open by an enormous +negro in scarlet livery, and we were ushered into the Empress's private +boudoir. The Empress was there, and was absolutely charming to us, +making us sit down beside her and talking to us in fluent English. She +was so interested in hearing all we could tell her of Belgium, and we +stayed about half an hour talking to her. Then the Empress rose and held +out her hand, and said, "Thank you very much for coming to help us in +Russia. I shall always be interested in hearing about you. May God bless +you in your work," and we were dismissed. + +I would not have missed that for anything, it seemed such a nice start +to our work in Russia. + +Every spare moment till our work began had to be devoted to learning +Russian. It is a brain-splitting language. Before I went to Russia I was +told that two words would carry me through the Empire: "Nichevo" meaning +"never mind," and "Seechas" which means "immediately" or "to-morrow" or +"next week." But we had to study every moment to learn as much Russian +as possible, as of course the soldiers could not understand any other +language. French is understood everywhere in society, but in the shops +no other tongue than Russian is any use. German is understood pretty +widely--but it is absolutely forbidden now to be spoken under penalty of +a 3000 rouble fine. In all the hotels there is a big notice put up in +Russian, French, and English in the public rooms "It is forbidden to +speak German," and just at first it added rather to the complications of +life not to be able to use it. + + + + +VII + +OUR WORK IN WARSAW + + +In two or three days' time after our visit to the Empress we were off to +Warsaw and reported ourselves to Monsieur Goochkoff, the head of the Red +Cross Society there. + +We received our marching orders at once. We were not to be together at +first, as they thought we should learn Russian more quickly if we were +separated, so two of us were to go to one hospital in Warsaw, two to +another. My fate was a large Red Cross hospital close to the station, +worked by a Community of Russian Sisters. I must say I had some anxious +moments as I drove with Sister G. to the hospital that afternoon. I +wondered if Monsieur Goochkoff had said we were coming, and thought if +two Russian Sisters suddenly turned up without notice at an English +hospital how very much surprised they would be. Then I hoped they were +very busy, as perhaps then they would welcome our help. But again, I +meditated, if they were really busy, we with our stumbling Russian +phrases might be only in the way. It was all very well in Denmark to +think one would come and help Russia--but supposing they did not want us +after all? + +By the time I got so far we had arrived at the hospital, the old +familiar hospital smell of disinfectants met my nostrils, and I felt at +home at once. I found that I had been tormenting myself in vain, for +they were expecting us and apparently were not at all displeased at our +arrival. The Sister Superior had worked with English people in the +Russo-Japanese War and spoke English almost perfectly, and several of +the other Sisters spoke French or German. She was very worried as to +where we should sleep, as they were dreadfully overcrowded themselves; +even she had shared her small room with another Sister. However, she +finally found us a corner in a room which already held six Sisters. +Eight of us in a small room with only one window! The Sisters sleeping +there took our advent like angels, said there was plenty of room, and +moved their beds closer together so that we might have more space. +Again I wondered whether if it were England we should be quite so +amiable under like circumstances. I hope so. + +I began to unpack, but there was nowhere to put anything; there was no +furniture in the room whatsoever except our straw beds, a table, and a +large tin basin behind a curtain in which we all washed--and, of course, +the ikon or holy picture which hangs in every Russian room. We all kept +our belongings under our beds--not a very hygienic proceeding, but _a la +guerre comme a la guerre_. The patients were very overcrowded too, every +corridor was lined with beds, and the sanitars, or orderlies, slept on +straw mattresses in the hall. The hospital had been a large college and +was originally arranged to hold five hundred patients, but after the +last big battle at Soldau every hospital in Warsaw was crammed with +wounded, and more than nine hundred patients had been sent in here and +had to be squeezed into every available corner. + +My work was in the dressing-room, which meant dressing wounds all day +and sometimes well into the night, and whatever time we finished there +were all the dressings for the next day to be cut and prepared before +we could go to bed. The first week was one long nightmare with the awful +struggle for the Russian names of dressings and instruments and with +their different methods of working, but after that I settled down very +happily. + +Sister G. was in the operating-room on the next floor, and she, too, +found that first week a great strain. The other two Sisters who had come +out with us and had been sent to another hospital apparently found the +same, for they returned to England after the first five days, much to my +disappointment, as I had hoped that our little unit of four might have +got a small job of our own later, when we could speak Russian better and +had learnt their ways and customs. + +After the first few days we began to be very busy. In England we should +consider that hospital very badly staffed, as there were only twenty +Sisters to sometimes nearly a thousand patients, all very serious cases +moreover, as we were not supposed to take in the lightly wounded at all +in this hospital. The sanitars, or orderlies, do all that probationers +in an English hospital would do for the patients, and all the heavy +lifting and carrying, so that the work is not very hard though very +continuous. There was no night staff. We all took it in turns to stay up +at night three at a time, so that our turn came about once a week. That +meant being on duty all day, all night, and all the next day, except for +a brief rest and a walk in the afternoon. Most of the Sisters took no +exercise beyond one weekly walk, but we two English people longed for +fresh air, and went out whenever possible even if it was only for ten +minutes. English views on ventilation are not at all accepted in Russia. +It is a great concession to open the windows of the ward for ten minutes +twice a day to air it, and the Sisters were genuinely frightened for the +safety of the patients when I opened the windows of a hot, stuffy ward +one night. "It is _never_ done," they reiterated, "before daylight." + +The Sister Superior was the mainspring of the hospital. She really was a +wonderful person, small and insignificant to look at, except for her +eyes, which looked you through and through and weighed you in the +balance; absolutely true and straight, with a heart of gold, and the +very calmest person in all the world. I remember her, late one evening, +when everybody was rather agitated at a message which had come to say +that 400 patients were on their way to the hospital, and room could only +be made for 200 at the most. "Never mind," she said, not in the least +perturbed, "they must be made as comfortable as possible on stretchers +for the night, and to-morrow we must get some of the others moved away." +And the Sisters took their cue from her, and those 400 patients were all +taken in and looked after with less fuss than the arrival of forty +unexpected patients in most hospitals. + +All night long that procession of shattered men brought in on stretchers +never ceased. The kitchen Sister stayed up all night so that each man +should have some hot soup on arrival, and all the other Sisters were at +their posts. Each man was undressed on the stretcher (often so badly +wounded that all his clothing had to be cut off him) and hastily +examined by the doctor. He was then dressed in a clean cotton shirt and +trousers and lifted into bed, either to enjoy a bowl of hot soup, or, +if the case was urgent, to be taken off in his turn to the +operating-room. And though she was no longer young and not at all +strong, there was dear Sister Superior herself all night, taking round +the big bowls of soup or sitting beside the dying patients to cheer and +comfort their last hours. How the men loved her. + +It was she who gave the whole tone to the hospital--there the patients +and their welfare were the first consideration and nothing else mattered +in comparison. The hospital was not "smart" or "up to date," the wards +were not even tidy, the staff was inadequate, overworked, and +villainously housed, the resources very scanty, but for sheer +selflessness and utter devotion to their work the staff of that hospital +from top to bottom could not have been surpassed. I never heard a +grumble or a complaint all the time I was there either from a doctor, a +Sister, or an orderly, and I never saw in this hospital a dressing +slurred over, omitted, or done without the usual precautions however +tired or overworked everybody might be. + +Of course the art of nursing as practised in England does not exist in +Russia--even the trained Sisters do things every hour that would horrify +us in England. One example of this is their custom of giving strong +narcotic or stimulating drugs indiscriminately, such as morphine, +codeine, camphor, or ether without doctors' orders. When untrained +Sisters and inexperienced dressers do this (which constantly happens) +the results are sometimes very deplorable. I have myself seen a dresser +give a strong hypodermic stimulant to a man with a very serious +haemorrhage. The bleeding vessel was deep down and very difficult to +find, and the haemorrhage became so severe after the stimulant that for a +long time his life was despaired of from extreme exhaustion due to loss +of blood. I have also heard a Sister with no training except the two +months' war course say she had given a certain man _ten_ injections of +camphor within an hour because he was so collapsed, but she had not seen +fit to tell the doctor she had done this, nor had she let him know his +patient was so much worse until he was at the point of death. Neither of +these particular incidents could have happened in the Red Cross +hospital at Warsaw as the Sisters there were properly trained; but even +there they gave drugs at their own sweet will without consulting +anyone--particularly in the night. + +We were so busy at the hospital that we did not see much of Warsaw. To +the casual observer it looks a busy, modern, rather gay capital, but +almost every inch of the city is interesting historically, and nearly +all the pages of that history are red with blood. War, revolutions, and +riots seem to have been almost its normal condition, and the great broad +Vistula that flows sluggishly through it has been many a time before +stained crimson with the blood of its citizens. But this time the war is +being fought under different conditions. Russians and Poles are for the +first time working together with a common aim in view. If the only +outcome of this war was the better mutual understanding of these two +great nations, it would not have been fought entirely in vain. + +When we first arrived the Russians had beaten the Germans back to the +frontier, and every one was elated with the great victory. Now at the +end of October things did not look quite so happy. The people who knew +looked anxious and harassed. The newspapers, as usual, told nothing at +all, but the news which always filters in somehow from mouth to mouth +was not good. Terrific fighting was going on outside Lodz, it was said, +and enormous German reinforcements were being poured in. Warsaw was full +to overflowing with troops going through to reinforce on the Russian +side. A splendid set of men they looked, sturdy, broad-chested, and +hardy--not in the least smart, but practical and efficient in their warm +brown overcoats and big top boots. + +There are two things one notices at once about the Russian soldier. One +is his absolute disregard of appearances. If he is cold he will tie a +red comforter round his head without minding in the least whether he is +in the most fashionable street in Warsaw or in camp at the front. The +other noticeable characteristic is the friendly terms he is on with his +officers. The Prussian soldiers rarely seem to like their officers, and +it is not to be wondered at, as they treat their men in a very harsh, +overbearing way. On duty the Russian discipline is strict, but off duty +an officer may be heard addressing one of his men as "little pigeon" or +"comrade" and other terms of endearment, and the soldier, on the other +hand, will call his officer "little father" or "little brother." I +remember one most touching scene when a soldier servant accompanied his +wounded officer to hospital. The officer was quite a young, +delicate-looking boy, who had been shot through the chest. His servant +was a huge, rough Cossack, who would hardly let any of us touch his +master if he could help it, and stayed by his bed night and day till the +end, when, his great frame heaving with sobs and tears streaming down +the seamed and rugged face, he threw himself over the officer's body and +implored God to let him die too. + +The hospital began to grow empty and the work slackened down, as every +possible patient was sent away to Moscow or Petrograd to make room for +the rush of wounded that must be coming from the Lodz direction. But no +patients arrived, and we heard that the railway communications had been +cut. But this proved to be untrue. + +One Sunday afternoon Sister G. and I, being free, betook ourselves to +tea at the Hotel d'Europe--that well-named hostelry which has probably +seen more history made from its windows than any other hotel in Europe. +We favoured it always on Sunday when we could, for not only was a +particularly nice tea to be had, but one could also read there a not +_too_ old French newspaper. I think just at first we felt almost as cut +off from news of what was happening on the English side as we did in +Belgium. No English or French papers could be bought and the Polish and +Russian papers were as sealed books to us, and when I did succeed in +getting some long-suffering person to translate them to me, the news was +naturally chiefly of the doings of the Russian side. Later on I had +English papers sent out to me which kept me in touch with the western +front, and also by that time, too, I could make out the substance of the +Russian papers; but just at first it was very trying not to know what +was going on. We had had tea and had read of an Anglo-French success +near Ypres and returned rested and cheered to the hospital to find +Sister Superior asking for us. She had had a message from the Red Cross +Office that we were to go to Lodz next day, and were to go at once to +the Hotel Bristol to meet Prince V., who would give us full particulars. + +We went off at once to the Bristol and saw Prince V., but did not get +any particulars--that was not the Prince's way. He was sitting reading +in the lounge when we arrived, a very tall, lean, handsome man with kind +brown eyes and a nose hooked like an eagle's. He greeted us very kindly +and said he would take us to Lodz next day in one of the Red Cross +automobiles, and that we must be ready at 10 A. M. I think we +earned his everlasting gratitude by asking no questions as to where and +how we were going to work, but simply said we would be ready at that +time and returned to hospital to pack, fully realizing what lucky people +we were to be going right into the thick of things, and only hoping that +we should rise to the occasion and do the utmost that was expected of +us. + +We were now officially transferred from the hospital to the Flying +Column, of which Prince V. was the head. A flying column works directly +under the head of the Red Cross, and is supposed to go anywhere and do +anything at any hour of the day or night. Our Column consisted of five +automobiles that conveyed us and all our equipment to the place where we +were to work, and then were engaged in fetching in wounded, and taking +them on to the field hospital or ambulance train. The staff consisted of +Prince and Princess V., we two English Sisters, with generally, but not +always, some Russian ones in addition, an English surgeon, Colonel S., +some Russian dressers and students, and some sanitars, or orderlies. The +luggage was a dreadful problem, and the Prince always groaned at the +amount we would take with us, but we could not reduce it, as we had to +carry big cases of cotton-wool, bandages and dressings, anaesthetics, +field sterilizer, operating-theatre equipment, and a certain amount of +stores--such as soap, candles, benzine and tinned food--as the column +would have been quite useless if it had not been to a large extent +self-supporting. Our Column was attached to the Second Army, which +operated on the eastern front of Warsaw. The Russian front changes so +much more rapidly than the Anglo-French front, where progress is +reckoned in metres, that these mobile columns are a great feature of +ambulance work here. Our front changed many miles in a week sometimes, +so that units that can move anywhere at an hour's notice are very +useful. The big base hospitals cannot quite fulfil the same need on such +a rapidly changing front. + + + + +VIII + +THE BOMBARDMENT OF LODZ + + +It took us a long time to get to Lodz, though it is not much more than +200 kilometres away. Russian roads are villainously bad anyhow, and the +Germans, though their retreat had been hasty, had had time to destroy +the roads and bridges as they went. Another thing that delayed us were +the enormous reinforcements of troops going up from Warsaw to the front. +It was very interesting to watch the different groups as we passed, +first a Cossack regiment going up, then an immense convoy followed with +about 200 wagons of forage. Just ahead of that we passed the +remounts--sturdy, shaggy Siberian ponies. They are the most delightful +creatures in the world, as tame as a dog, and not much bigger, and many +of them of a most unusual and beautiful shade of golden cream. They have +been brought from Siberia by the thousand, and most of the little +things had never seen a motor-car before, and pranced and kicked and +jumped, and went through all kinds of circus tricks as we passed. + +[Illustration: MAP OF THE POLISH FRONT] + +As we grew nearer to Lodz it was sad to see a good many dead horses +lying by the roadside, mostly killed by shell-fire. The shells had made +great holes in the road too, and the last part of our journey was like a +ride on a switchback railway. It began to get dark as we came to +Breeziny, where a large number of Russian batteries were stationed. It +looked very jolly there, these large camps of men and horses having +their supper by the light of a camp-fire, with only the distant rumble +of the guns to remind them that they were at war. Two hours later we +jolted into the streets of Lodz. + +Lodz is a large cotton manufacturing town--sometimes called the +Manchester of Poland--but now of course all the factories were closed, +and many destroyed by shell. I should not think it was a very festive +place at the best of times; it looked squalid and grimy, and the large +bulk of its population was made up of the most abject Jews I have ever +seen. + +We had to make a long detour and get into the town by an unfrequented +country road, as Lodz was being heavily bombarded by the German guns. We +were put down at a large building which we were told was the military +hospital. Princess V., Colonel S., and a Russian student were working +hard in the operating-room, and we hastily put on clean overalls and +joined them. They all looked absolutely worn out, and the doctor dropped +asleep between each case; but fresh wounded were being brought in every +minute and there was no one else to help. Lodz was one big hospital. We +heard that there were more than 18,000 wounded there, and I can well +believe it. Every building of any size had been turned into a hospital, +and almost all the supplies of every kind had given out. + +The building we were in had been a day-school, and the top floor was +made up of large airy schoolrooms that were quite suitable for wards. +But the shelling recommenced so violently that the wounded all had to be +moved down to the ground floor and into the cellars. The place was an +absolute inferno. I could never have imagined anything worse. It was +fearfully cold, and the hospital was not heated at all, for there was no +wood or coal in Lodz, and for the same reason the gas-jets gave out only +the faintest glimmer of light. There was no clean linen, and the poor +fellows were lying there still in their verminous, blood-soaked shirts, +shivering with cold, as we had only one small blanket each for them. +They were lucky if they had a bed at all, for many were lying with only +a little straw between them and the cold stone floor. There were no +basins or towels or anything to wash up with, and no spittoons, so the +men were spitting all over the already filthy floor. In the largest ward +where there were seventy or eighty men lying, there was a lavatory +adjoining which had got blocked up, and a thin stream of dirty water +trickled under the door and meandered in little rivulets all over the +room. The smell was awful, as some of the men had been there already +several days without having had their dressings done. + +This was the state in which the hospital had been handed over to us. It +was a military hospital whose staff had had orders to leave at four +o'clock that morning, and they handed the whole hospital with its 270 +patients over to us just as it was; and we could do very little towards +making it more comfortable for them. The stench of the whole place was +horrible, but it was too cold to do more than open the window for a +minute or two every now and then. It was no one's fault that things were +in such a horrible condition--it was just the force of circumstances and +the fortune of war that the place had been taxed far beyond its possible +capacities. + +All night long the most terribly wounded men were being brought in from +the field, some were already dead when they arrived, others had only a +few minutes to live; all the rest were very cold and wet and exhausted, +and we had _nothing_ to make them comfortable. What a blessing hot-water +bottles would have been--but after all there would have been no hot +water to fill them if we had had them. But the wounded _had_ to be +brought in for shelter somewhere, and at least we had a roof over their +heads, and hot tea to give them. + +At 5 A. M. there came a lull. The tragic procession ceased for +a while, and we went to lie down. At seven o'clock we were called +again--another batch of wounded was being brought in. + +The shelling had begun again, and was terrific; crash, crash, over our +heads the whole time. A clock-tower close to the hospital was demolished +and windows broken everywhere. The shells were bursting everywhere in +the street, and civilians were being brought in to us severely wounded. +A little child was carried in with half its head blown open, and then an +old Jewish woman with both legs blown off, and a terrible wound in her +chest, who only lived an hour or two. Apparently she suffered no pain, +but was most dreadfully agitated, poor old dear, at having lost her wig +in the transit. They began bringing in so many that we had to stop +civilians being brought in at all, as it was more than we could do to +cope with the wounded soldiers that were being brought in all the time. + +At midday we went to a hotel for a meal. There was very, very little +food left in Lodz, but they brought what they could. Coming back to the +hospital we tried everywhere to get some bread, but there was none to be +had anywhere--all the provision shops were quite empty, and the +inhabitants looked miserable and starved, the Jewish population +particularly so, though they were probably not among the poorest. + +On our way back a shell burst quite close to us in the street, but no +one was hurt. These shells make a most horrible scream before bursting, +like an animal in pain. Ordinarily I am the most dreadful coward in the +world about loud noises--I even hate a sham thunderstorm in a +theatre--but here somehow the shells were so part of the whole thing +that one did not realize that all this was happening to _us_, one felt +rather like a disinterested spectator at a far-off dream. It was +probably partly due to want of sleep; one's hands did the work, but +one's mind was mercifully numbed. Mercifully, for it was more like hell +than anything I can imagine. The never-ending processions of groaning +men being brought in on those horrible blood-soaked stretchers, +suffering unimagined tortures, the filth, the cold, the stench, the +hunger, the vermin, and the squalor of it all, added to one's utter +helplessness to do more than very little to relieve their misery, was +almost enough to make even Satan weep. + +On the third day after our arrival a young Russian doctor and some +Russian sisters arrived to relieve us for a few hours, and we most +thankfully went to bed--at least it was not a bed in the ordinary sense, +but a wire bedstead on which we lay down in all our clothes; but we were +very comfortable all the same. + +When we woke up we were told that the military authorities had given +orders for the patients to be evacuated, and that Red Cross carts were +coming all night to take them away to the station, where some ambulance +trains awaited them. So we worked hard all night to get the dressings +done before the men were sent away, and as we finished each case, he was +carried down to the hall to await his turn to go; but it was very +difficult as all the time they were bringing in fresh cases as fast as +they were taking the others away, and alas! many had to go off without +having had their dressings done at all. The next afternoon we were +still taking in, when we got another order that all the fresh patients +were to be evacuated and the hospital closed, as the Russians had +decided to retire from Lodz. Again we worked all night, and by ten the +next morning we had got all the patients away. The sanitars collected +all the bedding in the yard to be burnt, the bedsteads were piled high +on one another, and we opened all the windows wide to let the clean cold +wind blow over everything. + +We had all our own dressings and equipment to pack, and were all just +about at our last gasp from want of food and sleep, when a very kind +Polish lady came and carried princess, we two Sisters, and Colonel S. +off to her house, where she had prepared bedrooms for us. I never looked +forward to anything so much in my life as I did to my bed that night. +Our hostess simply heaped benefits on us by preparing us each a hot bath +in turn. We had not washed or had our clothes off since we came to Lodz, +and were covered with vermin which had come to us from the patients; men +and officers alike suffer terribly from this plague of insects, which +really do make one's life a burden. There are three varieties commonly +met with: ordinary fleas that no one minds in the least; white insects +that are the commonest and live in the folds of one's clothes, whose +young are most difficult to find, and who grow middle-aged and very +hungry in a single night; and, lastly, the red insects with a good many +legs, which are much less numerous but much more ravenous than the other +kinds. + +After the bath and the hunt, we sat down to a delicious supper, and were +looking forward to a still more delicious night in bed, when suddenly +Prince V. arrived and said we must leave at once. We guessed instantly +that the Germans must be very near, but that he did not wish us to ask +questions, as it seemed very mean to go off ourselves and leave our kind +hosts without a word of explanation, though of course we could only obey +orders. So we left our unfinished supper and quickly collected our +belongings and took them to the hotel where our Red Cross car should +have been waiting for us. But the Red Cross authorities had sent off our +car with some wounded, which of course was just as it should be, and we +were promised another "seechas," which literally translated signifies +"immediately," but in Russia means to-day or to-morrow or not at all. + +"Let us come into the hotel and get a meal while we wait," suggested the +Prince, mindful of our uneaten supper, and we followed him to the +restaurant--still mourning those beautiful beds we had left behind us, +and so tired we didn't much care whether the Germans came or not. +Nothing can express utter desolation much more nakedly than a Grand +Hotel that has been through a week or two's bombardment. Here indeed +were the mighty fallen. A large hole was ripped out of the wall of the +big restaurant, close to the alcove where the band used to play while +the smart people dined. An elaborate wine-list still graced each little +table, but coffee made from rye bread crusts mixed with a little chicory +was the only drink that a few white-faced waiters who crept about the +room like shadows could apologetically offer us. We sat there till +nearly 3 A. M., and Colonel S., utterly worn out, was fast +asleep with his head on the little table, and there was no sign of any +car, or of any Germans, so we went to lie down till morning. + +In the morning things began to look cheerful. The Germans had still not +arrived, our own car turned up, and best of all the Prince heard +officially that every wounded man who was at all transportable had now +been successfully got out of Lodz. It was a gigantic task, this +evacuation of over 18,000 wounded in four days, and it is a great +feather in the Russian cap to have achieved it so successfully. + +It was a most lovely day with a soft blue sky, and all the world bathed +in winter sunshine. Shelling had ceased during the night, but began +again with terrific force in the morning, and we started off under a +perfect hail of shells. There were four German aeroplanes hovering just +above us, throwing down bombs at short intervals. The shells aimed at +them looked so innocent, like little white puff-balls bursting up in the +blue sky. We hoped they would be brought down, but they were too high +for that. The bombs were only a little diversion of theirs by the +way--they were really trying to locate the Russian battery, as they were +evidently making signals to their own headquarters. Danger always adds +a spice to every entertainment, and as the wounded were all out and we +had nobody but ourselves to think about, we could enjoy our thrilling +departure from Lodz under heavy fire to the uttermost. And I must say I +have rarely enjoyed anything more. It was simply glorious spinning along +in that car, and we got out safely without anyone being hurt. + +We passed through Breeziny, where the tail-end of a battle was going on, +and the Prince stopped the car for a few minutes so that we could see +the men in the trenches. On our way we passed crowds of terrified +refugees hurrying along the road with their few possessions on their +backs or in their arms; it reminded me of those sad processions of +flying peasants in Belgium, but I think these were mostly much poorer, +and had not so much to lose. Just as the sun was setting we stopped for +a rest at a place the Prince knew of, half inn, half farm-house. We +looked back, and the sky was bloody and lurid over the western plain +where Lodz lay. To us it seemed like an ill omen for the unhappy town, +but it may be that the Germans took those flaming clouds to mean that +even the heavens themselves were illuminated to signal their victory. + +Some bread and some pale golden Hungarian Tokay were produced by our +host for our refreshment. The latter was delicious, but it must have +been much more potent than it looked, for though I only had one small +glass of it, I collapsed altogether afterwards, and lay on the floor of +the car, and could not move till the lights of Warsaw were in sight. In +a few minutes more we arrived at the Hotel Bristol, and then the Flying +Column went to bed at last. + + + + +IX + +MORE DOINGS OF THE FLYING COLUMN + + +The Grand Duchess Cyril happened to be staying at the Hotel Bristol too. +Like most of the other members of the Russian Royal Family, since the +beginning of the war she has been devoting her whole time to helping +wounded soldiers, and is the centre of a whole network of activities. +She has a large hospital in Warsaw for men and officers, a very +efficient ambulance train that can hold 800 wounded, and one of the best +surgeons in Petrograd working on it, and a provision train which sets up +feeding-stations for the troops and for refugees in places where food is +very scarce, which last is an indescribable boon to all who benefit by +it. The Grand Duchess's hospital in Warsaw, like every other just at +this time, was crammed to overflowing with wounded from Lodz, and the +staff was inadequate to meet this unexpected need. + +The Grand Duchess met Princess V. in the lounge just as we arrived from +Lodz, and begged that our Column might go and help for a time at her +hospital. Accordingly, the next day, the consent of the Red Cross Office +having been obtained, we went off to the Grand Duchess's hospital for a +time to supplement and relieve their staff. They met us with open arms, +as they were all very tired and very thankful for our help. They only +had room for fifty patients and had had about 150 brought in. +Fortunately the Grand Duchess's ambulance train had just come back to +Warsaw, so the most convalescent of the old cases were taken off to +Petrograd, but even then we were working in the operating-theatre till +twelve or one every night. They hoped we had come for two or three weeks +and were very disgusted when, in five days' time, the order came for us +to go off to Skiernevice with the automobiles. The hospital staff gave +us such a nice send-off, and openly wished that they belonged to a +flying column too. I must say it was very interesting these startings +off into the unknown, with our little fleet of automobiles containing +ourselves and our equipment. We made a very flourishing start out of +Warsaw, but very soon plunged into an appalling mess of mud. One could +really write an epic poem on Russian roads. At the best of times they +are awful; on this particular occasion they were full of large holes +made by shells and covered with thick swampy mud that had been snow the +week before. It delayed us so much that we did not get to Skiernevice +till late that night. + +Skiernevice is a small town, important chiefly as a railway junction, as +two lines branch off here towards Germany and Austria north-west and +south-west. The Tsar has a shooting-box here in the midst of beautiful +woods, and two rooms had been set apart in this house for our Column. + +We arrived late in the evening, secretly hoping that we should get a +night in bed, and were rather rejoiced at finding that there were no +wounded there at all at present, though a large contingent was expected +later. So we camped in the two rooms allotted to us: Princess, Sister +G., and myself in one, and all the men of the party in the other. No +wounded arrived for two or three days, and we thoroughly enjoyed the +rest and, above all, the beautiful woods. How delicious the pines smelt +after that horrible Lodz. Twice a day we used to go down the railway +line, where there was a restaurant car for the officers; it seemed odd +to be eating our meals in the Berlin-Warsaw International Restaurant +Car. There was always something interesting going on at the station. One +day a regiment from Warsaw had just been detrained there when a German +Taube came sailing over the station throwing down grenades. Every man +immediately began to fire up in the air, and we ran much more risk of +being killed by a Russian bullet than by the German Taube. It was like +being in the middle of a battle, and I much regretted I had not my +camera with me. Another day all the debris of a battlefield had been +picked up and was lying in piles in the station waiting to be sent off +to Warsaw. There were truck-loads of stuff; German and Russian +overcoats, boots, rifles, water-bottles, caps, swords, and helmets and +all sorts of miscellaneous kit. + +We often saw gangs of prisoners, mostly Austrian, but some German, and +they always seemed well treated by the Russians. The Austrian prisoners +nearly always looked very miserable, cold, hungry, and worn out. Once we +saw a spy being put into the train to go to Warsaw, I suppose to be +shot--an old Jewish man with white hair in a long, black gaberdine, +strips of coloured paper still in his hand with which he had been caught +signalling to the Germans. _How_ angry the soldiers were with him--one +gave him a great punch in the back, another kicked him up into the +train, and a soldier on the platform who saw what was happening ran as +fast as he could and was just in time to give him a parting hit on the +shoulder. The old man did not cry out or attempt to retaliate, but his +face was ashy-white with terror, and one of his hands was dripping with +blood. It was a very horrible sight and haunted me all the rest of the +day. It was quite right that he should be shot as a spy, but the +unnecessary cruelty first sickened me. + +There were masses of troops constantly going up to the positions from +Skiernevice, and as there was a short cut through the park, which they +generally used, we could see all that was going on from our rooms. On +Sunday it was evident that another big battle was pending. Several +batteries went up through our woods, each gun-carriage almost up to its +axles in mud, dragged by eight strong horses. They were followed by a +regiment of Cossacks, looking very fierce in their great black fur +head-dresses, huge sheep-skin coats, and long spears. There was one +small Cossack boy who was riding out with his father to the front and +who could not have been more than eleven or twelve years old. There are +quite a number of young boys at the front who make themselves very +useful in taking messages, carrying ammunition, and so on. We had one +little boy of thirteen in the hospital at Warsaw, who was badly wounded +while carrying a message to the colonel, and he was afterwards awarded +the St. George's Cross. + +There were enormous numbers of other troops too: Siberians, Tartars, +Asiatic Russians from Turkestan, Caucasians in their beautiful +black-and-silver uniforms, Little Russians from the south, and great +fair-haired giants from the north. + +The little Catholic Church in the village was full to overflowing at the +early Mass that Sunday morning with men in full marching kit on their +way out to the trenches. A very large number of them made their +Confession and received the Blessed Sacrament before starting out, and +for many, many of these it was their Viaticum, for the great battle +began that afternoon, and few of the gallant fellows we saw going up to +the trenches that morning ever returned again. + +That afternoon the Prince had business at the Staff Headquarters out +beyond Lowice, and I went out there in the automobile with him and +Monsieur Goochkoff. We went through Lowice on the way there. The little +town had been severely bombarded (it was taken two or three days later +by the Germans), and we met many of the peasants hurrying away from it +carrying their possessions with them. You may know the peasants of +Lowice anywhere by their distinctive dress, which is the most +brilliantly coloured peasant dress imaginable. The women wear gorgeous +petticoats of orange, red and blue, or green in vertical stripes and a +cape of the same material over their shoulders, a bright-coloured shawl, +generally orange, on their heads, and brilliant bootlaces--magenta is +the colour most affected. The men, too, wear trousers of the same kind +of vertical stripes, generally of orange and black. These splashes of +bright colour are delicious in this sad, grey country. + +The General of the Staff was quartered at Radzivilow Castle, and I +explored the place while the Prince and Monsieur Goochkoff did their +business. The old, dark hall, with armour hanging on the walls and +worm-eaten furniture covered with priceless tapestry, would have made a +splendid picture. A huge log fire burning on the open hearth lighted up +the dark faces of the two Turkestan soldiers who were standing on guard +at the door. In one corner a young lieutenant was taking interminable +messages from the field telephone, and under the window another +Turkestan soldier stood sharpening his dagger. The Prince asked him +what he was doing, and his dark face lighted up. "Every night at eight," +he said, still sharpening busily, "I go out and kill some Germans." The +men of this Turkestan regiment are said to be extraordinarily brave men. +They do not care at all about a rifle, but prefer to be at closer +quarters with the enemy with their two-edged dagger, and the Germans +like them as little as they like our own Gurkhas and Sikhs. + +The next day the wounded began to arrive in Skiernevice, and in two +days' time the temporary hospital was full. + +The Tsar had a private theatre at Skiernevice with a little separate +station of its own about 200 yards farther down the line than the +ordinary station, and in many ways this made quite a suitable hospital +except for the want of a proper water-supply. + +The next thing we heard was that the Russian General had decided to fall +back once more, and we must be prepared to move at any moment. + +All that day we heard violent cannonading going on and all the next +night, though the hospital was already full, the little country carts +came in one after another filled with wounded. They were to only stay +one night, as in the morning ambulance trains were coming to take them +all away, and we had orders to follow as soon as the last patient had +gone. Another operating- and dressing-room was quickly improvised, but +even with the two going hard all night it was difficult to keep pace +with the number brought in. + +The scenery had never been taken down after the last dramatic +performance played in the theatre, and wounded men lay everywhere +between the wings and drop scenes. The auditorium was packed so closely +that you could hardly get between the men without treading on some one's +hands and feet as they lay on the floor. The light had given out--in the +two dressing-rooms there were oil-lamps, but in the rest of the place we +had to make do with candle-ends stuck into bottles. The foyer had been +made into a splendid kitchen, where hot tea and boiling soup could be +got all night through. This department was worked by the local Red +Cross Society, and was a great credit to them. + +About eight o'clock in the morning the first ambulance train came in, +and was quickly filled with patients. We heard that the Germans were now +very near, and hoped we should manage to get away all the wounded before +they arrived. + +The second train came up about eleven, and by that time a fierce rifle +encounter was going on. From the hospital window we could see the +Russian troops firing from the trenches near the railway. Soon there was +a violent explosion that shook the place; this was the Russians blowing +up the railway bridge on the western side of the station. + +The second train went off, and there were very few patients left now, +though some were still being brought in at intervals by the Red Cross +carts. Our automobiles had started off to Warsaw with some wounded +officers, but the rest of the column had orders to go to Zyradow by the +last train to leave Skiernevice. + +The sanitars now began to pack up the hospital; we did not mean to leave +anything behind for the enemy if we could help it. The few bedsteads +were taken to pieces and tied up, the stretchers put together and the +blankets tied up in bundles. When the last ambulance train came up about +2 P. M. the patients were first put in, and then every portable +object that could be removed was packed into the train too. At the last +moment, when the train was just about to start, one of the sanitars ran +back and triumphantly brought out a pile of dirty soup plates to add to +the collection. Nothing was left in the hospital but two dead men we had +not time to bury. + +The wounded were all going to Warsaw and the other Russian Sisters went +on in the train with them. But our destination was Zyradow, only the +next station but one down the line. + +When we arrived at Zyradow about three o'clock we were looking forward +to a bath and tea and bed, as we had been up all night and were very +tired; but the train most unkindly dropped us about a quarter of a mile +from the station, and we had to get out all our equipment and heavy +cases of dressings, and put them at the side of the line, while Julian, +the Prince's soldier servant, went off to try and find a man and a cart +for the things. There was a steady downpour of rain, and we were soaked +by the time he came back saying that there was nothing to be had at all. +The station was all in crumbling ruins, so we could not leave the things +there, and our precious dressings were beginning to get wet. Finally we +got permission to put them in a closed cinema theatre near the station, +but it was dark by that time, and we were wet and cold and began once +more to centre our thoughts on baths and tea. We were a small +party--only six of us--Princess, we two Sisters, Colonel S., a Russian +dresser, and Julian. We caught a local Red Crosser. "Where is the +hotel?" "There is no hotel here." "Where can we lodge for to-night?" "I +don't know where you could lodge." "Where is the Red Cross Bureau?" +asked Princess, in desperation. "About a quarter of an hour's walk. I +will show you the way." + +We got to the Red Cross Bureau to find that Monsieur Goochkoff had not +yet arrived, though he was expected, and they could offer no solution of +our difficulties, except to advise us to go to the Factory Hospital and +see if they could make any arrangement for us. The Matron there was +_very_ kind, and telephoned to every one she could think of, and finally +got a message that we were expected, and were to sleep at the Reserve. +So we trudged once more through the mud and rain. The "Reserve" was two +small, empty rooms, where thirty Sisters were going to pass the night. +They had no beds, and not even straw, but were just going to lie on the +floor in their clothes. There was obviously no room for six more of us, +and finally we went back once more to the Red Cross Bureau. Princess +seized an empty room, and announced that we were going to sleep in it. +We were told we couldn't, as it had been reserved for somebody else; but +we didn't care, and got some patients' stretchers from the depot and lay +down on them in our wet clothes just as we were. In the middle of the +night the "somebody" for whom the room had been kept arrived, strode +into the room, and turned up the electric light. The others were really +asleep, and I pretended to be. He had a good look at us, and then strode +out again grunting. We woke up every five minutes, it was so dreadfully +cold, and though we were so tired, I was not sorry when it was time to +get up. + +We had breakfast at a dirty little restaurant in the town, and then got +a message from the Red Cross that there would be nothing for us to do +that day, but that we were probably going to be sent to Radzowill the +following morning. So we decided to go off to the Factory Hospital and +see if we could persuade the Matron to let us have a bath there. + +Zyradow is one very large cotton and woollen factory, employing about +5000 hands. In Russia it is the good law that for every hundred workmen +employed there shall be one hospital bed provided. In the small +factories a few beds in the local hospital are generally subsidized, in +larger ones they usually find it more convenient to have their own. So +here there was a very nice little hospital with fifty beds, which had +been stretched now to hold twice as many more, as a great many wounded +had to be sent in here. The Matron is a Pole of Scottish extraction, and +spoke fluent but quite foreign English with a strong Scotch accent. +There are a good many Scotch families here, who came over and settled in +Poland about a hundred years ago, and who are all engaged in different +departments in the factory. She was kindness itself, and gave us tea +first and then prepared a hot bath for us all in turn. We got rid of +most of our tormentors and were at peace once more. + +As we left the hospital we met three footsore soldiers whose boots were +absolutely worn right through. They were coming up to the hospital to +see if the Matron had any dead men's boots that would fit them. It +sounded rather gruesome--but she told us that that was quite a common +errand. The Russian military boots are excellent, but, of course, all +boots wear out very quickly under such trying circumstances of roads and +weather. They are top boots, strong and waterproof, and very often made +by the men themselves. The uniform, too, is very practical and so strong +that the men have told me that carpets are made from the material. The +colour is browner than our own khaki--and quite different both from the +German, which is much greyer, and the Austrian, which is almost blue. I +heard in Belgium that at the beginning of the war German soldiers were +constantly mistaken for our men. + + + + +X + +BY THE TRENCHES AT RADZIVILOW + + +The next morning we went up to Radzivilow. It is the next station to +Skiernevice, and there was very heavy fighting going on there when we +went up. We were told we were going up on an armoured train, which +sounded very thrilling, but when we got to the station we only found a +quite ordinary carriage put on to the engine to take us up. The Russian +battery was at that time at the south of the railway line, the German +battery on the north of it--and we were in the centre of the sandwich. +At Zyradow these cannon sounded distant, but as we neared Radzivilow the +guns were crashing away as they did at Lodz, and we prepared for a hot +time. The station had been entirely wrecked and was simply in ruins, but +the station-master's house near by was still intact, and we had orders +to rig up a temporary dressing-station there. + +Before we had time to unpack our dressings, a messenger arrived to tell +us that the Germans had succeeded in enfilading a Russian trench close +by, and that they were bringing fifty very badly wounded men to us +almost at once. We had just time to start the sterilizer when the little +carts began to arrive with some terribly wounded men. The machine guns +had simply swept the trench from end to end. The worst of it was that +some lived for hours when death would have been a more merciful release. +Thank God we had plenty of morphia with us and could thus ease their +terrible sufferings. One man had practically his whole face blown off, +another had all his clothes and the flesh of his back all torn away. +Another poor old fellow was brought in with nine wounds in the abdomen. +He looked quite a patriarch with a long flowing beard--quite the oldest +man I have seen in the Russian army. Poor Ivan, he had only just been +called up to the front and this was his first battle. He was beautifully +dressed, and so clean; his wife had prepared everything for him with +such loving care, a warm knitted vest, and a white linen shirt most +beautifully embroidered with scarlet in a intricate key-pattern. Ivan +was almost more unhappy at his wife's beautiful work having to be cut +than at his own terrible wounds. He was quite conscious and not in much +pain, and did so long to live even a week or two longer, so that he +might see his wife once again. But it was not to be, and he died early +the next morning--one of the dearest old men one could ever meet, and so +pathetically grateful for the very little we could do for him. + +The shells were crashing over our heads and bursting everywhere, but we +were too busy to heed them, as more and more men were brought to the +dressing-station. It was an awful problem what to do with them: the +house was small and we were using the two biggest rooms downstairs as +operating- and dressing-rooms. Straw was procured and laid on the floors +of all the little rooms upstairs, and after each man's wounds were +dressed he was carried with difficulty up the narrow winding staircase +and laid on the floor. + +The day wore on and as it got dark we began to do the work under great +difficulties, for there were no shutters or blinds to the upstairs +windows, and we dared not have any light--even a candle--there, as it +would have brought down the German fire on us at once. So those poor men +had to lie up there in the pitch dark, and one of us went round from +time to time with a little electric torch. Downstairs we managed to +darken the windows, but the dressings and operations had all to be done +by candle-light. + +The Germans were constantly sending up rockets of blue fire which +illuminated the whole place, and we were afraid every moment they would +find us out. Some of the shells had set houses near by on fire too, and +the sky was lighted up with a dull red glow. The carts bringing the men +showed no lights, and they were lifted out in the dark when they arrived +and laid in rows in the lobby till we had time to see to them. By nine +o'clock that evening we had more than 300 men, and were thankful to see +an ambulance train coming up the line to take them away. The sanitars +had a difficult job getting these poor men downstairs and carrying them +to the train, which was quite dark too. But the men were thankful +themselves to get away, I think--it was nerve-racking work for them, +lying wounded in that little house with the shells bursting continually +over it. + +All night long the men were being brought in from the trenches. About +four in the morning there was a little lull and some one made tea. I +wonder what people in England would have thought if they had seen us at +that meal. We had it in the stuffy dressing-room where we had been +working without a stop for sixteen hours with tightly closed windows, +and every smell that can be imagined pervading it, the floor covered +with mud, blood and debris of dressings wherever there were not +stretchers on which were men who had just been operated on. The meal of +milkless tea, black bread, and cheese, was spread on a sterilized towel +on the operating-table, illuminated by two candles stuck in bottles. +Princess sat in the only chair, and the rest of us eased our weary feet +by sitting on the edge of the dressing-boxes. Two dead soldiers lay at +our feet--it was not safe just at that moment to take them out and bury +them. People would probably ask how we _could_ eat under those +conditions. I don't know how we could either, but we _did_ and were +thankful for it--for immediately after another rush began. + +At eleven o'clock in the morning another ambulance train arrived and was +quickly filled. By that time we had had more than 750 patients through +our hands, and they were still being brought in large numbers. The +fighting must have been terrific, for the men were absolutely worn out +when they arrived, and fell asleep at once from exhaustion, in spite of +their wounds. Some of them must have been a long time in the trenches, +for many were in a terribly verminous condition. On one poor boy with a +smashed leg the insects could have only been counted by the million. +About ten minutes after his dressing was done, his white bandage was +quite grey with the army of invaders that had collected on it from his +other garments. + +Early that afternoon we got a message that another Column was coming to +relieve us, and that we were to return to Zyradow for a rest. We were +very sorry to leave our little dressing-station, but rejoiced to hear +that we were to go up again in two days' time to relieve this second +Column, and that we were to work alternately with them, forty-eight +hours on, and then forty-eight hours off duty. + +We had left Zyradow rather quiet, but when we came back we found the +cannon going hard, both from the Radzivilow and the Goosof direction. It +would have taken much more than cannon to keep _us_ awake, however, and +we lay down most gratefully on our stretchers in the empty room at the +Red Cross Bureau and slept. A forty-eight hours' spell is rather long +for the staff, though probably there would have been great difficulty in +changing the Columns more often. + +I woke up in the evening to hear the church bells ringing, and +remembered that it was Christmas Eve and that they were ringing for the +Midnight Mass, so I got up quickly. The large church was packed with +people, every one of the little side chapels was full and people were +even sitting on the altar steps. There must have been three or four +thousand people there, most of them of course the people of the place, +but also soldiers, Red Cross workers and many refugees mostly from +Lowice. Poor people, it was a sad Christmas for them--having lost so +much already and not knowing from day to day if they would lose all, as +at that time it was a question whether or not the Russian authorities +would decide for strategic reasons to fall back once more. + +And then twelve o'clock struck and the Mass began. + +Soon a young priest got up into the pulpit and gave them a little +sermon. It was in Polish, but though I could not understand the words, I +could tell from the people's faces what it was about. When he spoke of +the horrors of war, the losses and the deaths and the suffering that had +come to so many of them, one woman put her apron to her face and sobbed +aloud in the tense silence. And in a moment the whole congregation began +sobbing and moaning and swaying themselves to and fro. The young priest +stopped and left them alone a moment or two, and then began to speak in +a low persuasive voice. I do not know what he said, but he gradually +soothed them and made them happy. And then the organ began pealing out +triumphantly, and while the guns crashed and thundered outside, the +choir within sang of peace and goodwill to all men. + +Christmas Day was a very mournful one for us, as we heard of the loss of +our new and best automobile, which had just been given as a present to +the Column. One of the boys was taking it to Warsaw from Skiernevice +with some wounded officers, and it had broken down just outside the +village. The mud was awful, and with the very greatest difficulty they +managed to get it towed as far as Rawa, but had to finally abandon it to +the Germans, though fortunately they got off safely themselves. It was a +great blow to the Column, as it was impossible to replace it, these big +ambulance cars costing something like 8000 roubles. + +So our Christmas dinner eaten at our usual dirty little restaurant could +not be called a success. + +Food was very scarce at that time in Zyradow; there was hardly any meat +or sugar, and no milk or eggs or white bread. One of us had brought a +cake for Christmas from Warsaw weeks before, and it was partaken of on +this melancholy occasion without enthusiasm. Even the punch made out of +a teaspoonful of brandy from the bottom of Princess's flask mixed with +about a pint of water and two lumps of sugar failed to move us to any +hilarity. Our menu did not vary in any particular from that usually +provided at the restaurant, though we did feel we might have had a clean +cloth for once. + +MENU + +CHRISTMAS 1914 + +Gravy Soup. + +Roast Horse. Boiled Potatoes. + +Currant Cake. + +Tea. Punch. + +We were very glad to go up to Radzivilow once more. Our former +dressing-station had been abandoned as too dangerous for staff and +patients, and the dressing- and operating-room was now in a train about +five versts down the line from Radzivilow station. Our train was a +permanency on the line, and we lived and worked in it, while twice a day +an ambulance train came up, our wounded were transferred to it and taken +away, and we filled up once more. We found things fairly quiet this +time when we went up. The Germans had been making some very fierce +attacks, trying to cross the river Rawka, and therefore their losses +must have been very heavy, but the Russians were merely holding their +ground, and so there were comparatively few wounded on our side. This +time we were able to divide up into shifts for the work--a luxury we +were very seldom able to indulge in. + +We had previously made great friends with a Siberian captain, and we +found to our delight that he was living in a little hut close to our +train. He asked me one day if I would like to go up to the positions +with him and take some Christmas presents round to the men. Of course I +was more than delighted, and as he was going up that night and I was not +on duty, the general very kindly gave permission for me to go up too. In +the end Colonel S. and one of the Russian Sisters accompanied us as +well. The captain got a rough cart and horse to take us part of the way, +and he and another man rode on horseback beside us. We started off about +ten o'clock, a very bright moonlight night--so bright that we had to +take off our brassards and anything that could have shown up white +against the dark background of the woods. We drove as far as the +pine-woods in which the Russian positions were, and left the cart and +horses in charge of a Cossack while we were away. The general had +intended that we should see the reserve trenches, but we had seen plenty +of them before, and our captain meant that we should see all the fun +that was going, so he took us right up to the front positions. We went +through the wood silently in single file, taking care that if possible +not even a twig should crackle under our feet, till we came to the very +front trenches at the edge of the wood. We crouched down and watched for +some time. Everything was brilliantly illuminated by the moonlight, and +we had to be very careful not to show ourselves. A very fierce German +attack was going on, and the bullets were pattering like hail on the +trees all round us. We could see nothing for some time but the smoke of +the rifles. + +The Germans were only about a hundred yards away from us at this time, +and we could see the river Rawka glittering below in the moonlight. What +an absurd little river to have so much fighting about. That night it +looked as if we could easily wade across it. The captain made a sign, +and we crept with him along the edge of the wood, till we got to a +Siberian officer's dug-out. At first we could not see anything, then we +saw a hole between two bushes, and after slithering backwards down the +hole, we got into a sort of cave that had been roofed in with poles and +branches, and was absolutely invisible a few steps away. It was +fearfully hot and frowzy--a little stove in the corner threw out a great +heat, and the men all began to smoke, which made it worse. + +We stayed a while talking, and then crawled along to visit one of the +men's dug-outs, a German bullet just missing us as we passed, and +burying itself in a tree. There were six men already in the dug-out, so +we did not attempt to get in, but gave them tobacco and matches, for +which they were very grateful. These men had an "ikon" or sacred picture +hanging up inside their cave; the Russian soldiers on active service +carry a regimental ikon, and many carry them in their pockets too. One +man had his life saved by his ikon. He showed it to us; the bullet had +gone just between the Mother and the Child, and was embedded in the +wood. + +It was all intensely interesting, and we left the positions with great +reluctance, to return through the moonlit pine-woods till we reached our +cart. We had indeed made a night of it, for it was five o'clock in the +morning when we got back to the train once more, and both the doctor and +I were on duty again at eight. But it was well worth losing a night's +sleep to go up to the positions during a violent German attack. I wonder +what the general would have said if he had known! + +We finished our forty-eight hours' duty and returned once more to +Zyradow. I was always loth to leave Radzivilow. The work there was +splendid, and there more than anywhere else I have been to one feels the +war as a High Adventure. + +War would be the most glorious game in the world if it were not for the +killing and wounding. In it one tastes the joy of comradeship to the +full, the taking and giving, and helping and being helped in a way that +would be impossible to conceive in the ordinary world. At Radzivilow, +too, one could see the poetry of war, the zest of the frosty mornings, +and the delight of the camp-fire at night, the warm, clean smell of the +horses tethered everywhere, the keen hunger, the rough food sweetened by +the sauce of danger, the riding out in high hope in the morning; even +the returning wounded in the evening did not seem altogether such a bad +thing out there. One has to die some time, and the Russian peasants +esteem it a high honour to die for their "little Mother" as they call +their country. The vision of the High Adventure is not often vouchsafed +to one, but it is a good thing to have had it--it carries one through +many a night at the shambles. Radzivilow is the only place it came to +me. In Belgium one's heart was wrung by the poignancy of it all, its +littleness and defencelessness; in Lodz one could see nothing for the +squalor and "frightfulness"; in other places the ruined villages, the +flight of the dazed, terrified peasants show one of the darkest sides of +war. + + * * * * * + +It was New Year's Eve when we returned to Zyradow, and found ourselves +billeted in a new house where there was not only a bed each, but a +bathroom and a bath. Imagine what that meant to people who had not +undressed at night for more than three weeks. + +Midnight struck as we were having supper, and we drank the health of the +New Year in many glasses of tea. What would the lifted veil of time +disclose in this momentous year just opening for us? + +It did not begin particularly auspiciously for me, for within the first +few days of it I got a wound in the leg from a bit of shrapnel, was +nearly killed by a bomb from a German Taube, and caught a very bad chill +and had to go to bed with pleurisy--all of which happenings gave me +leisure to write this little account of my adventures. + +The bomb from the Taube was certainly the nearest escape I am ever +likely to have in this world. I was walking over a piece of open ground, +saw nothing, heard nothing, was dreaming in fact, when suddenly I heard +a whirring overhead, and just above me was a German aeroplane. Before I +had time to think, down came a bomb with a fearful explosion. I could +not see anything for a minute, and then the smoke cleared away, and I +was standing at the edge of a large hole. The bomb had fallen into a bed +of soft mud, and exploded upwards. Some soldiers who were not very far +off rushed to see if I were killed, and were very surprised to find that +I was practically unhurt. A bomb thrown that same afternoon that +exploded on the pavement killed and wounded nine people. + +The wound was from a stray bit of shrapnel and was only a trifle, +fortunately, and soon healed. The pleurisy was a longer job and +compelled me to go to bed for a fortnight. I was very miserable at being +the only idle person I knew, till it occurred to me to spend my time in +writing this little book, and a subsequent short holiday in Petrograd +enabled me to finish it. + +My enforced holiday is over now and I am on my way back to my beloved +column once more--to the life on the open road--with its joys and +sorrows, its comradeship, its pain and its inexplicable happiness--back +once more to exchange the pen for the more ready weapon of the forceps. + +And so I will leave this brief account of what I have seen in this great +war. I know better than anyone can tell me what an imperfect sketch it +is, but the history of the war will have to be studied from a great many +different angles before a picture of it will be able to be presented in +its true perspective, and it may be that this particular angle will be +of some little interest to those who are interested in Red Cross work in +different countries. Those who are workers themselves will forgive the +roughness of the sketch, which was written during my illness in snatches +and at odd times, on all sorts of stray pieces of paper and far from any +books of reference; they will perhaps forget the imperfections in +remembering that it has been written close to the turmoil of the +battlefield, to the continual music of the cannon and the steady tramp +of feet marching past my window. + + + + +Index + +Aeroplanes, Taube, 145, 176 + throwing down proclamations, 53 + +_Affiches_, of the Burgomaster of Antwerp, 53 + of the Burgomaster of Brussels, 10, 11, 181, 182 + forbidding a menacing look, etc., 32 + German, proclaiming victories, 30, 67 + German, of Von der Golst, 67, 68 + instructions to citizens, 67 + +American Consul, help from, 66, 77 + +Antwerp, the forts of, 73 + the heavy guns, 73 + news of the downfall of, 96 + +Austrian prisoners, 148 + +Automobiles of the Flying Column, 146, 169 + + +Belgian Red Cross Society, 5, 12 + +Bishop, sad fate of the, 103 + +Boden, a night at, 103, 104 + +Brassard, the Red Cross, 61 + +Brussels, fortifications of, 9 + German patients in fire-station hospital at, 20 + hospitals in, 13 + occupied by the Germans, 14 + the start to, 6, 7 + +Burgomaster of Antwerp, 53 + of Brussels, 10, 11, 54, 74 + of Charleroi, 20 + + +Camp, a German, 61, 62 + +Cannon, distinction between French and German, 40 + +Cholera, rumours of, 97 + +Charleroi, burning of, 20, 22, 32 + and Charleville, 36 + terrorization of peasants in, 33 + +Christmas Eve in Zyradow, 167 + fare, 170 + +Cologne, arrival at, 85-87 + +Copenhagen, arrival at, 92 + + +Danish-German soldiers as guards, 81 + +Danish welcome, a, 92 + +Death of a Breton soldier, 44 + of a certain French count, 48, 49 + +Difference in French and German equipment, 47 + + +Echevins of Brussels, 74 + +Empress Marie Federovna, interview with, 111 + +Equipment of French and German soldiers, 47 + +Expulsion of nurses and doctors from Brussels, 80 + + +Firing at the Red Cross, 35 + +Fire-station hospital, 13, 19, 20 + +_Flandres Liberale_, 71 + +Flying Column, 125, 126 + +Fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul, 107 + +French convent, a, 60 + prisoners as patients, 28, 29 + + +German officers' behaviour at Herbesthal, 83 + patients at fire-station, 20 + patients at M----, 41 + preparations for war, 33 + surgeon at M----, 31 + +Grand Duchess Cyril's Hospital in Warsaw, 144 + + +Hamburg, 88, 89 + +Hansen, Dr. Norman, 95 + +Harsh treatment of wounded, 42 + +Haparanda, 104 + +Herbesthal, search at, 83 + +Holland, rumoured war with, 31 + +"Hoosh," 85 + +Hotel Cosmopolite, Copenhagen, 92 + +Hotel d'Europe, Warsaw, 124 + +Hotel at Lodz, 140 + + +Ikons, 115, 173 + +Improvised hospital from theatre, 152 + +Infiladed trench, a, 162 + +Insects, 139 + +Inscription over gateway in Charleroi, 30 + +Interview with Dowager Empress of Russia, 111 + + +St. John Ambulance Society, 5, 97 + +Jumet, the burning of, 21 + + +Karungi, 104 + +Kiel Canal, 90 + + +Liege, 65, 83 + +Lodz, 131 + hospital at, 132-38 + shelling of, 132, 135 + +London, first week of the war, 2 + +Louvain, destruction of, 81 + refugees from, 11 + +Lowice, 150 + +Luggage problem, the, 126 + + +Malines, 60, 63, 81 + +M---- Red Cross Hospital, 23 + Committee, 28 + dinner-time, 27 + a night on duty, 23-24 + the cure of, 44 + +Max, Monsieur, 10, 11, 55, 74 + +Maubeuge taken, 41 + +Muenster, breakfast at, 88 + + +Neutrality of Belgium, 82 + of Denmark, 100 + +Newspaper boy caught by Germans, 71, 72 + +Night in the trenches, a, 171-74 + +Nurses in Brussels, 8, 19, 66 + + +Operation, a severe, 25, 26 + +Ostend in August, 7 + + +Patients sent off to Germany, 41, 46 + +Petrograd, 107, 108 + +Pigeons, loss of, 55 + +Poem to British surgeons and nurses, 95 + +Poland, distress in, 97 + +Prisoners, Austrian, 148 + French, 28 + German, 148 + +Proclamation of Burgomaster of Brussels, 10, 11 + forbidding "a menacing look," 32 + German announcing victories, 30, 67 + of Von der Golst, 67, 68 + + +Queen of Holland, 31 + + +Radzivilow, 161 + Castle, 151 + +Raphael, St., 104 + +Rawka, the river, 172 + +Refugees from Termonde and Louvain, 11 + in Poland, 142 + +Registration of trained nurses, 4 + +Red Cross flag in Brussels, 55 + hospital in Warsaw, 113-21 + workers in Belgium, 23, 28, 46 + +Russian factory laws, 158 + +Russian Red Cross, Committee, 108 + permission to serve, 97 + +Russian roads, 146 + +Russian sisterhoods, 109 + +Russian soldiers, 123 + their relationship with their officers, 123 + + +Scarcity of supplies, 24, 37, 169 + +Searched by German sentries, 62 + +Siberian ponies, 128 + +Skiernevice, 146 + +Skirmish between Belgian and German outposts, 59 + +Spies, 148 + +Stamps, issue of Belgian, 74 + +State registration of nurses, 4 + +St. Raphael, 104, 106 + +Stockholm, 102 + + +Taube aeroplane, 147, 176 + +Termonde, refugees from, 11 + +Theatre at Skiernevice, 152 + +_Times_, the price of, 70 + +Tirlemont, 57, 82 + +Torchlight tattoo, 1 + +Turco soldiers, 29 + +Turkestan soldiers, 151, 152 + + +Untrained nurses, the danger, 5, 120 + + +Vendrup, 91 + +Voluntary Aid Detachments, 5 + + +Waelheim, forts of, 73 + +Water-supply difficulties, 39 + +Warsaw, the city of, 121 + the Red Cross Hospital, 113-20 + +Wavre St. Catherine, forts of, 73 + +Wounded French prisoners sent to Germany, 46 + German soldiers at M----, 41 + +Zeppelins, 81 + +Zouave patients, 45 + +Zyradow Hospital, 158 + + +_Printed by_ BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO. 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