deed most beautiful.... I have been
nursing the German patients for a considerable time, and their gratitude
has always been most marked. We sincerely hope that while carrying out
our duties we have been able to relieve their sufferings, and have
perhaps helped them to bear the misfortunes of war a little more
patiently." This little incident is surely the greatest of victories,
for it is a victory of the spirit.

Nurse Kathleen Cambridge, who was near Mons at the time of the British
retreat, spoke as follows of some of her experiences (_Daily News_,
January 8, 1916):

After the battle I was very pleased to be of assistance to the
wounded, for whom my mother and I had arranged an ambulance. It
was at four o'clock that I saw the first party of British
prisoners being marched through from Mons to Brussels. A halt
was called just outside the Chateau. The Germans were very kind
at that time and offered their prisoners cigarettes and gave
them water from their bottles.

Two men, exhausted by terrible wounds, dropped into the ditch.
The baron went off to ask if we could be of assistance, and the
German doctor told him that he would be grateful for any help,
as he had to get on to Brussels and could not wait. The two men
were brought into the chateau. We did all we could for them, and
gradually, after some weeks, they recovered.

Neglect and honourable conduct are both recorded in the next cutting
from the _Manchester Guardian_ (September 17, 1917).

A Scotsman wounded at La Bassee had lain for eight days in a
German dug-out which our troops had captured and from which they
had been driven. One party of Germans peering into the darkness
had bombed him, and added one or two slight wounds to the
twenty-two he already possessed. He managed to signal to the
second bombing party some days later, and was carried away to
the field hospital, where hundreds of wounded Germans were
lying. Here he was found by a young German engineer who had
spent years in Glasgow and Liverpool. "Hullo, Jock," the man
said kindly, "pretty bad, aren't you? I'll fetch a doctor for
you."

He did so, and the wounds were roughly dressed. Nothing more was
done for eight days, when the Scot managed to attract the
attention of some visiting officer to the fact that his wounds
were in a dreadful condition, septic and suppurating.

"He was