forth.

"One never ceased to admire the tireless energy, the resourcefulness,
and the complete unselfishness of that little woman who spent herself
until the last moment, always in the service of others."


"At last, on the 9th of February, our hospital was emptied.[14] The
chronic invalids had been 'put on commission' and sent to their
homes. The vast majority of the men had been removed to Hungary,
and the few remaining, badly wounded men who would not be fit for
months, taken over to the Austrian hospitals.

"On the 11th we were sent north under an Austrian guard with fixed
bayonets. Great care was taken that we should not communicate with
anyone _en route_. At Belgrade, however, we were put into a
waiting-room for the night, and after we had crept into our
sleeping-bags we were suddenly roused to speak to a Serbian woman.
The kindly Austrian officer in charge of us said she was the wife
of a Serbian officer in Krushevatz, and that if we would use only
German we might speak to her. She wanted news of her husband. We
were able to reassure her. He was getting better--he was in the
Gymnasium. 'Vrylo dobra' ('Very well'), she said, holding both our
hands. 'Vrylo, vrylo dobra,' we said, looking apprehensively at the
officer. But he only laughed. Probably his Serbian, too, was equal
to that. That was the last Serbian we spoke to in Serbia, and we
left her a little happier. And thus we came to Vienna, where the
American Embassy took us over.... When we reached Zurich and found
everything much the same as when we disappeared into the silence,
our hearts were sick for the people we had left behind us, still