Wednesday, September 11.—Waylaid doctor; throat bad; got two bottles medicine; seedy.
34 and 71 great distress; the girl in 71 actually still alive; some people die hard.
Hurried back to hospital; Miss Snyman now so hysterical removed; tent to herself; wonder if!
That Lotz girl too is still alive; but what a wonderful constitution she must have!
Saw some distressing and heartrending cases to-day.
626; mother in agony; strong daughter (18) in throes of death and fearfully "benauwd" (in agony), pneumonia. Little sister; insensible; far gone; no doctor.
Hunted for doctor; gone to village; took him down this evening at nine. O, the sorrow of it! Can never imagine a more harrowing spectacle; we got medicine down; stayed three-quarters of an hour; left doctor there and returned. Here go the bearers with their lifeless burden; the elder sister died little while ago.
The little one, too, is dead; poor suffering innocents!
That sweet little girl at 128, whom I visited late last night, and with whom I prayed—she, too, died early this morning; and now she has the desire of her heart: they were laying her out when I called this morning.
Visited tent to which I sent little brandy yesterday; found child had just died; too late.