Daily Chronicle.

FURNES, Belgium, Oct. 21.--The staff of the English hospital, to which a
mobile column has been attached for field work, has arrived here with a
convoy of ambulances and motor cars. This little party of doctors,
nurses, stretcher-bearers, and chauffeurs, under the direction of Dr.
Bevis and Dr. Munro, has done splendid work in Belgium, and many of them
were in the siege of Antwerp.

Miss Macnaughton, the novelist, was one of those who went through this
great test of courage, and Lady Dorothie Feilding, one of Lord Denbigh's
daughters, won everybody's love by her gallantry and plucky devotion to
duty in many perilous hours. She takes all risks with laughing courage.
She has been under fire in many hot skirmishes, and has helped bring
away the wounded from the fighting around Ghent when her own life might
have paid the forfeit for defiance to bursting shells.

This morning a flying column of the hospital was preparing to set out in
search of wounded men on the firing line under direction of Lieut. de
Broqueville, son of the Belgian War Minister. The Lieutenant, very cool
and debonair, was arranging the order of the day with Dr. Munro. Lady
Dorothie Feilding and the two other women in field kit stood by their
cars, waiting for the password. There were four stretcher-bearers,
including Mr. Gleeson, an American, who has worked with this party
around Ghent and Antwerp, proving himself to be a man of calm and quiet
courage at a critical moment, always ready to take great risks in order
to bring in a wounded man.

It was decided to take three ambulances and two motor cars. Lieut. de
Broqueville anticipated a heavy day's work. He invited me to accompany
the column in a car which I shared with Mr. Ashmead-Bartlett of The
London Daily Telegraph, who also volunteered for the expedition.

We set out before noon, winding our way through the streets of Furnes.
We were asked to get into Dixmude, where there were many wounded. It is
about ten miles away from Furnes. As we went along the road, nearer to
the sound of the great guns which for the last hour or two had been
firing incessantly, we passed many women and children. They were on
their way to some place further from the firing. Poor old grandmothers
in black bonnets and skirts trudged along the lines of poplars with
younger women, who clasped their babies tightly in one hand, while with
the other they carried heavy bundles of household goods.

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