A nation at bay, what an American woman saw and did in suffering Serbia . hared by them. As we looked back from the door of each tent a j feeble cheer of Givela Amerika followed us. At \ the entrance of one tent lay a dying man who, iwhen he saw my basket, gasped, Sestro, cigar- l ette. I put one in his mouth, lighted it; he drew I a deep breath and died the happier because he ) ]had tobacco. In another ward lay a young man not of the Serbian type. As I paused to put the cigarette into his mouth the nurse said, He is a Bulgarian officer who was taken prisoner last night. The man, hearing the w
A nation at bay, what an American woman saw and did in suffering Serbia . hared by them. As we looked back from the door of each tent a j feeble cheer of Givela Amerika followed us. At \ the entrance of one tent lay a dying man who, iwhen he saw my basket, gasped, Sestro, cigar- l ette. I put one in his mouth, lighted it; he drew I a deep breath and died the happier because he ) ]had tobacco. In another ward lay a young man not of the Serbian type. As I paused to put the cigarette into his mouth the nurse said, He is a Bulgarian officer who was taken prisoner last night. The man, hearing the word, Bulgarian, shrank from me and a look of defiance came into his eyes. But to any woman who has nursed wounded men, any injured man is only a poor boy, so I laid my hand on his forehead and smoothed back his hair. The tears came into his eyes and rolled down his pale cheeks. Then with his left hand ho raised the coverlet and showed me the stump of his right arm. The nurse said that his right leg, too, was so mangled that they did not know whether they could save Major Dot-tor C;elil)ert at Salonika and Surgeons of ScottishWomans IIosj)ital
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