had chased after her; she tripped, fell, drove her teeth through her
lower lip, and for a moment was stunned. When they caught the patient
they found that it was the wrong person--but that is beside the subject.
Dr. Boyle thought that Jo had had a mild concussion and threw her weight
at Jan's side. Dr. Berry was quite agreeable, and gave us a commission
to go to Salonika to start with and find a disinfector which had gone
astray. Another interpreter was found, so Jo took leave of her
out-patients.

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In Serbia it was necessary to get permission to move. Jan went to the
major for the papers. There were crowds of people on the major's
steps, and Jan learned that all the peasants and loafers had been
called in to certify, so that nobody should avoid their military
service. Later we parted, taking two knapsacks. Dr. Boyle and Miss
Dickenson were very generous, giving us large supplies of chocolate,
Brand's essence, and corned beef for our travels, and we had two boxes
of "compressed luncheons," black horrible-looking gluey tabloids which
claim to be soup, fish, meat, vegetables and pudding in one swallow.

[Illustration: OUT-PATIENTS.]

[Illustration: SHOEING BULLOCKS.]

The Austrian prisoners bade us a sad farewell, but many friends
accompanied us to the station, and the rotund major and his rounder wife
did us the like honour. Our major was a queer mixture: he was jolly
because he was fat, and he was stern because he had a beaky nose, and in
any interview one had first to ascertain whether the stomach or the nose