156; of these remaining orphans (Joubert's), one little girlie is dying. Foeitog!
70 very much better.
Got bedstead for 631; three little children dangerously ill; and all three "deurgele" (bedsores); "Mammie, mammie, mij boutjes is zoo zeer" ("Mother, mother, my legs are so sore").
The misery there is heartrending; hard ground; cold and wet as well. Poor little mites; and nourishment?
Second visit. Found mother down too; terrible pain. What will happen now, I wonder!
Called in to 620; old Mrs. Roux; sick; prayer; asked me to come again.
Wish I could press a button and summon papa to do the praying part for me!
Number of deaths so far (according to Mr. Becker's funeral lists) about 420.
Since I've been here (25 days), we have buried about 300. Appalling figures!