Hospital removed to-day; right out of camp; great undertaking.  Will mean so much more time lost for me.

FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 61:  Size of this house (!), 10 feet by 7 feet; height, 7-1/2 feet.]

[Footnote 62:  The Orange River is an hour’s walk from Camp.]

[Footnote 63:  This is no reflection upon the two nurses, Miss Rouvier and Miss Roos, who had the management of the hospital.  The arrival of a new matron simply meant more help.]

[Footnote 64:  These boards were sold at 7s. 6d. a piece to the people.]

[Footnote 65:  This room was built at my own expense, but I was obliged to ask the Superintendent for six old sheets of galvanized iron for the roof.  When the building was finished, I was told, to my dismay, that my tent would now have to be given up, as I had been given a roof.]

[Footnote 66:  Exclamation of amusement—­a literal translation from the Dutch.]

[Footnote 67:  Literally again, Can you want more?]

[Footnote 68:  Two very sympathetic doctors came about ten days later.  One was Dr. Stuart, the other’s name I do not remember.]

[Footnote 69:  This emphatic surprise because of the great dislike that was usually shown to accept dying patients.]

CONCLUSION.

Here the Diary ends abruptly.

The last entry is Thursday, the 24th October.

I continued work until the Sunday following; but after the services of the day I felt a little more than simply tired.  On Monday, however, the funerals had to be taken in the afternoon.  That was the last duty done in camp.  Then I knew enteric was upon me, and on Friday, the 1st November, they carried me into hospital.

After more than a month in hospital, during convalescence (but while mentally affected) I ran away to the Van As’s.  It was a case of mental delusion.  The whole issue of the war depended upon me—­could I be kept in hospital, then the English would win; was I allowed to escape, the Boers would win.

After ten days in camp again (for I was wisely left alone), it slowly dawned upon me (while waiting for a permit to return home) that every one had been bought over to conspire against me.  So I left the camp one evening after dark.  Mr. Becker was the only man to be trusted, and to the Beckers forthwith I fled.

In another ten days my brother arrived to take me home.

During these days of blank, my chief pastime was to recite the Burial
Service.

When once home, complete recovery came speedily.

NOTE TO CONCLUSION.

A.—­Three subjects there were which, while writing the Diary, I decided to treat fully later—­“The Daily Funerals,” “The Sanitation,” and “The Officials.”  This could be done from memory, and could well stand aside while devoting my time to the daily experiences.