bread shops were shut
permanently.

The Scottish sisters had not found a refuge, and messengers kept on
coming back saying this place was full and that place had no room.

Colonel G---- became even less likable. It seemed as though there were
no organisation of any kind in the town. At last, when dark had well
fallen, a man said a room had been cleared for them in the hospital. The
motor cars moved slowly off and we told the rest of our carts to follow,
as Colonel G----said we might get bread at the same place. We stumbled
after them through pitch black streets, so uneven that one did not know
if one were in the ditch or on the road itself; one lost all sense of
direction and only tried not to lose sight of the flickering lights of
the carts. Jo at last climbed into one, and the carts rumbled over a
wooden bridge and began to go up a steep hill. We came suddenly to a
rambling wooden house and our carts dived into a deep ditch. Jo leapt
off just in time to save hers from turning right over. Crowds of wounded
Serbians were standing at the foot of a rickety outside staircase. Above
was a dressing-station, and a dark smelly room with no beds, which was
to be the sisters' home. We could get no bread and so went out once more
into the dark. We did not know where our carts had gone, but some one
said if we went in "that" direction we should find them. On we went
uphill, losing our way in a maize field. In front of us were hundreds of
camp fires. At the first we asked if they had seen the English. They
shrugged their shoulders in negative. We asked at the next; same result.
We had the awful thought that we should have to search every camp fire
before we found our people, but luckily almost fell over Mawson, who had
been fetching water. We were going in quite the wrong direction and but
for this lucky meeting might have wandered for hours.

A good fire was blazing in front of the tents. An Austrian prisoner cut
wood for us in exchange for a meal. He came from a large encampment
whose fires were blazing near by. Dr. Holmes and a sister emerged
through the smoke; they had at last got a cart and horse. With them was
an Austrian subject flying for his life. He had lived for years in
Serbia, his sympathies and ancestry were Serbian, but if the Austrians
got him he would be hanged. We wondered if it was the husband of the
frantic woman at Kralievo, but did not ask.

One went early to bed these nights. The men spread out into two