Called in to 620; old Mrs. Roux; sick; prayer; asked me to come
again.

Wish I could press a button and summon papa to do the praying part
for me!

Number of deaths so far (according to Mr. Becker's funeral lists)
about 420.

Since I've been here (25 days), we have buried about 300. Appalling
figures!

This afternoon (Mr. Becker), funerals eight.

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Monday, September 16.--Flood.

Our Camp one sheet of water and mud; furrow too small for the rush of
water; great inundations; many tents flooded; great misery; and how
about the cooking business? Everything to be done outside (we are
among the few privileged with a kitchen). Women have to wade through
water and mud; wet wood; raining continually. Just picture the scene!

Came to one tent; in front of door one mass clay and mud; inside
awful; and yet there lay a girl very dangerously sick, and another
also down.

425, Mrs. Booysen; skeleton; completely flooded; everything wet; and