Many died during the night.
In the room, next to mine, Franchetti, the commander of the Eclaireurs of the Seine, is lying--a portion of his hip has been blown away by a shell, and the doctor has just told me that he fears that he will not recover, as the wound is too high up for an operation.

In the room beyond him is a young lieutenant of Mobiles, who has had his leg amputated, and his right arm cut open to extract a portion of the bone, and who still has a ball in his shoulder.

Most of the soldiers in here are wounded either in the leg or in the arm.

There is a great dearth of doctors, and many wounded who were brought here last night had to wait until this morning before their turn came to be examined.

The American Ambulance and several others are also, I hear, full.