About 10 a.m.a rush of people to the station denoted the arrival of the armoured train and its sad burden, and then a melancholy procession of stretchers commenced from the railway, which was just opposite my bomb-proof, to the hospital.

The rest of the day seemed to pass like a sad dream, and I could hardly realize in particular the death of Captain Vernon, who had been but a few short hours before so full of health, spirits, and confidence.
Recognizing what a press of work there would be at the hospital, I walked up there in the afternoon, and asked to be made useful.

No doubt out of good feeling, the Boers did not shell at all that day till late evening, but at the hospital all was sad perturbation.

There had only been time to attend to the worst cases, and the poor nurses were just sitting down to snatch a hasty meal.

The matron asked me if I would undertake the management of a convalescent home that had to be organized to make more room for the new patients.