Yesterday fellow who knocked down doctor returned; fined £5; and since Saturday no one to do his lines[68].
Found 597 very bad; young girl (Kruger); wants to die.
245, Mrs. Du Preez; great pain; died last night, buried this afternoon.
Two little children remain behind; saddening.
Buried six this afternoon; "Ik ben verstomd, ik deed mynen mond niet open, want Gij hebt het gedaan" (I was dumb. I opened not my mouth because Thou didst it). Saw motherless boy and girl weeping at grave (Mrs. Oliver, 107, 62, 50).
In 62 the thinnest, skeletonest babe ever seen. How old and withered up these little mites become!
Asked Dr. M. visit 262, and try and get her admitted to hospital.
Next morning actually—I repeat actually[69]—I found her there. Am wonderfully thankful; now the old grandmother can take her rest; poor old soul; so faithful; so willing, and so gentle always. One can understand better such sayings as "Faithful unto Death" when you watch those around sickbeds here in camp.
Found in 167 young mother (babe); arm very bad; no friends; alone; Mrs. Van Staden took mercy on her when she arrived ten days ago; all relatives in Norval's Pont Camp. How could she get well here!
Got doctor yesterday to give her note to headquarters, and this afternoon, after repeated visits, at length succeeded in getting her off to Norval's Pont; poor little soul; may she now find rest for her weary, fainting heart. (Feel rather satisfied with myself when I think of her (Mrs. Van Wyk) and Mrs. Grobbelaar!)