Torn and broken forms, racked with suffering, cold and wet with rain and mud, hidden under muddy blankets, lay there in rows upon the brick floor.
Sometimes the heads were entirely covered; sometimes the eyes were bandaged; sometimes the pale faces, crowned with matted, muddy hair, turned restlessly from side to side, and parched lips asked for a sip of water.

Then one by one the stretchers with their human burden would be carried to the tables in the dressing room.

Long before these cases could be disposed of, other ambulances had arrived, and the floor of the outer room once more became covered with stretchers.

Now and then the sufferers could not repress their groans.

One night a man was brought in who looked very pale and asked me piteously to get him some water.