This happened, to the best of my recollection, at about half past ten at night.  Upon coming to my senses I found my faithful orderly, kneeling in the trench by my side.  He fairly shouted with delight as I opened my eyes.  According to his story the Austrians, falling back under the cavalry charge, had evacuated the trench without noticing, in the darkness, that I was missing.  But soon discovering my absence he started back to the trench in search of me.  It was a perilous undertaking for him, for the Cossacks were still riding about, and he showed me with pride the place where a stray bullet had perforated his knapsack during the search.  He revived me, gave me first aid, and succeeded with great difficulty in helping me out of the trench.  For more than three hours we stumbled on in the night, trying to find our lines again.  Twice we encountered a small troop of Cossacks, but upon hearing the tramping we quietly lay down on the wayside without a motion until they had passed.  Happily we were not noticed by them, and from then we stumbled on without any further incident until we were hailed by an Austrian outpost and in safety.

By this time I was utterly exhausted and again lost consciousness.  When I opened my eyes, I was in a little hut where our ambulance gave first aid.  Therefrom I was transported to the nearest field hospital.  This, however, had to be broken up and the wounded removed because of the Russian advance.  We were hastily put on big ambulance wagons without springs, the jolting of which over the bad road caused us such suffering that we should have almost preferred to walk or crawl.  We tried to reach the railway station at Komarno but found a Russian detachment had intercepted us.  In the streets of the village a shell burst almost in front of our wagons, making the horses shy and causing a great deal of confusion.  We had to turn back and after a long and wearisome detour reached our destination, the troop hospital in Sambor, in a state of great exhaustion.  There I remained but a day.  The less seriously wounded had to make place for the graver cases, and being among the former, I was transferred by hospital train to Miscolcy in Hungary.  The same crowded conditions prevailed here as in Sambor, and after a night’s rest I again was put on board a Red Cross train en route to Vienna.  We were met at the station by a number of Red Cross nurses and assistant doctors.

To my great joy my wife was among the former, having been assigned to that particular duty.  A short official telegram to the effect that I was being sent home wounded on hospital train Number 16 was the first news she had received about me for fully four weeks.  None of my field postcards had arrived and she was suffering extreme nervous strain from the long anxiety and suspense, which she had tried in vain to numb by feverish work in her hospital.  I remained two weeks in Vienna and then was transferred to the sulphur bath of Baden near-by, where large hospitals