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Updated: September 11, 2025
Immediately below us on the river edge were the roofs of the "Stobarts'" refuge and of the Scottish women's hospital. Poplar trees in all the panoply of autumn sprang up from the valley with their tops full of the blackest crows, who cawed discordantly at the dawn.
A detachment of "Stobarts" had found a lodging upstairs, in a bedroom with plank beds; amongst them we found some old friends. Leaving them we went into the village to look for a meal, back through the mud. Soldiers, peasants, women, children, horse carts and bullock waggons, all were pushing here and there, broken down and deserted motor cars were standing in the middle of the road.
A girl proudly held up a large piece of map scorched all round the edges. "And the men?" we asked. We came into the Stobarts' camp, pitched up on the hill behind the Kragujevatz pleasure ground. "Did you see the aeroplanes?" they cried, running towards us. "No," we answered; "but we saw the shrapnel." "One was hit it was wonderful.
She took them, cut the feet of a pair of indiarubber Wellingtons and pulled them over her stockings, and put a smile on her face which never came off in spite of any fatigue. Hilder and Antonio went off with Sir Ralph's box. The "Stobarts" wished us good luck, and away we clattered over the rickety bridge, up through the town and out into the Novi Bazar road.
Jo drove with two of the Stobarts, watching from a seat of vantage the packed masses of people who wormed their way in and out between the ox carts. The road was blocked by some gigantic baking ovens on wheels.
Sir Ralph's ox carts in an interview with Churchin dwindled down to a possible two; but Jan got a letter in the evening saying that there were ten country carts for the next morning. Six were for us and four for the "Stobarts," and that we were to take the Indian tents with us. We went back to the tents early to get a good start next day. Rogerson and Willett were sorting their clothes.
Fifteen bombs had fallen about the arsenal, and one man, a non-commissioned officer, had been killed. Met Hardinge and Mawson: they both saw the aeroplane fall, and were not fifty yards from the place where it struck. Walked back to the Stobarts' camp for lunch. A French aeroplane had come over from Belgrade too late; now it rose slowly in the air and sailed off.
He went into the dirty café, which was crowded with soldiers, some sitting on the floor and some on the tables. "Whose bread?" asked he. "Ours." "Will you sell me a loaf?" "We won't sell a crumb." We bought some apples from a man with a Roman lever balance, and chewed them as we went along. At the hospital the "Stobarts" were packing up. A motor was coming for them in the afternoon.
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