Found old Englishman (Hockins) in hospital; chat and prayer in English; my first in camp.
Big load of boards arrived this morning; now there will be coffin material again for a short season.[64]
To-morrow afternoon is service, and nothing ready yet.
Thursday, October 10.—Sad and gloomy day.
Early visit hospital, and on entering fatal ward saw the two empty places—Mrs. Griesel and Miss Van Tonder. O, the sorrow, the bitter sorrow, of it! Went to morgue tents and saw her again in death who had suffered so long and patiently these last few weeks. Rest after weariness—sweet rest at last. But where, O where, are our prayers? May God save me from sin of unbelief and doubt during these days!
"Nie pijn nie, Minheer L., maar net zoo gedaan" (No, no pain, Mr. L., but only so weary). Thus, when I asked her on my last visit if she had any pain.
That tent too much for me now, and could not enter there to-day. God forgive my neglect!
Three others (children) also dead hospital.
Went late last evening to tents in "infected area"; found three children all very bad, and one boy struggling in Death's throes; poor little chap; he is gone since, and we buried him this afternoon.