Went through hospital wards.
Young Joubert (20) dying; visited him twice; quite ready; waiting to be taken; found mother at bedside.
Old Mr. Plessis pleurisy; great agony; restless; fretful; fearful; fear the worst; wonder if prepared to die?
Straight to convalescent tent; reproaches; "Ach, minheer, het min dan ver ons vergeet?" (O, sir, have you then forgotten us?); Psalm 103.
Mrs. V.d.W. very, very bad; greatly comforted; beseeched me to come again.
In old ward also; some very sick; Mrs. Griesel, Mrs. De W., Mrs. Steyn, Engelbrecht—all very low.
Feel more and more to neglect hospital would be criminal.
Then still two other women's wards, where had to read and pray and speak word all round; and finally the children's ward; girlie very bad.
After rounds (seven wards) felt like king; happy; weary, yet withal happy.
And our camp? Total neglect. But will I ever here roll me snugly in my blankets with the satisfaction that all the sick and suffering have been visited?