n the morning, and we made towards it, splashing.

We came to the lodge: an English girl was doing something to a kitchen
stove. She stared at us.

"Hullo!"

"We've just come from Vrnjatchka Banja," we explained.

She took Jo to the hospital, while Blease and Jan dropped their heavy
luggage and washed in a basin, provided by a Serb servant girl. Jo did
not return. Jan went to the hospital to look for her.

Crowds of men were at the door, crowds in ragged and filthy uniforms,
with bandages on arms, or foot, or brow, dirty stained bandages with
bloodstains upon them. Some of the men were crouching on the ground,
some were lying against the house, fast asleep. Somehow we got through
them. The passage was full of men, and men were asleep, festooned on the
stone stairs. The smell was horrible. Beyond a swinging glass door
Scottish women were hurrying to and fro bandaging the men as they
entered, and passing them out on the other side of the building. The
Serbs waited with the stoicism of the Oriental, their long lean faces
drawn with hunger, pain and fatigue. Now and again some man turned
uneasily in his sleep and groaned. A detachment of "Stobarts" had found
a lodging upstairs, in a bedroom with plank beds; amongst them we found
some old friends.

Leaving them we went into the village to look for a meal, back through
the mud. Soldiers, peasants, women, children, horse carts and bullock
waggons, all were pushing here and there, broken down and deserted
motor cars were standing in the middle of the road. In the great round
central "Place" confusion was worse, animals, carts, and refugee
bivouacks being all squashed together on the market place.

White-bearded officers with grey-green uniforms were gesticulating to
white-bearded civilians outside the Cafe de Paris. A motor rushed up,
disgorged three men in Russian uniform and fled. A small fat man vainly
endeavouring to attract the attention of a staff officer grasped him by
the arm; the staff officer shook him off angrily. Soldiers lounged
against the walls and peered in through the dirty windows....

Within, the big dark room was crammed. Opening the door was like turning
a corner of cliff by the seashore. Almost all, at the tables, were men:
officers, tradesmen, clerks, talking in eager tense words. We found
three seats. Nobody had anything to eat or drink. Three men came to the
table next to us. They exhibited two loaves of bread to the others, and
had the air of