the noise and hubbub she went to bed and slept. I remember how I had to
waken her when certain officials came on the night of our arrival to ask
when we would be ready for the wounded. 'Say to-morrow,' she said, and
slept again!

"'It's a wonder she did not say _now_,' one of my fellow-officers
remarked!

"We were equipped for two field hospitals of 100 beds each, and our
second hospital was established close to the firing-line at Bulbulmic.
We were at Bulbulmic and Medjidia only some three weeks when we had to
retreat."

Three weeks of strenuous work at these two places ended in a sudden
evacuation and retreat--Hospital B and the Transport got separated from
Hospital A. We can only, of course, follow the fortunes of Hospital A,
which was directly under Dr. Inglis.

The night of the retreat is made vivid for us by Dr. Inglis:


"The station was a curious sight that night. The flight was
beginning. A crowd of people was collected at one end with boxes
and bundles and children. One little boy was lying on a doorstep
asleep, and against the wall farther on lay a row of soldiers. On
the bench to the right, under the light, was a doctor in his white
overall, stretched out sound asleep between the two rushes of work
at the station dressing-room; and a Roumanian officer talked to me
of Glasgow, where he had once been invited out to dinner, so he had
seen the British 'custims.' It was good to feel those British