And Miss Ashley-Smith (who is now Mrs. McDougall)--her escape from Ghent (when she had no more to do there) was as heroic as her return. Since then she has gone back to the Front and done splendid service in her own Corps, the First Aid Nursing Yeomanry. M. S. July 15th, 1915. THE END PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: It would be truer to say she was in love with duty which was often dangerous.] [Footnote 2: She very soon let us know why. "Followed" is the wrong word.] [Footnote 3: He didn't. People never do mean these things.] [Footnote 4: This only means that, whether you attended to it or not (you generally didn't), as long as you were in Belgium, your sub-consciousness was never entirely free from the fear of Uhlans--of Uhlans in the flesh. The illusion of valour is the natural, healthy reaction of your psyche against its fear and your indifference to its fear.] [Footnote 5: Nobody need have been surprised. She had distinguished herself in other wars.] [Footnote 6: One is a church and not a cathedral.] [Footnote 7: I am puzzled about this date. It stands in my ambulance Day-Book as Saturday, 3rd, with a note that the British came into Ghent on their way to Antwerp on the evening of that day. Now I believe there were no British in Antwerp before the evening of Sunday, the 4th, yet "Dr. Wilson" and Mr. Davidson, going into Saint Nicolas before us, saw the British there, and "Mrs. Torrence" and "Janet McNeil" saw more British come into Ghent in the evening. I was ill with fever the day after the run into Antwerp, and got behindhand with my Day-Book. So it seems safest to assume that I made a wrong entry and that we went into Antwerp on Sunday, and to record Saturday's events as spreading over the whole day. Similarly the events that the Day-Book attributes to Monday must have belonged to Tuesday. And if Tuesday's events were really Wednesday's, that clears up a painful doubt I had as to Wednesday, which came into my Day-Book as an empty extra which I couldn't account for in any way. There I was with a day left over and nothing to put into it. And yet Wednesday, the 7th, was the first day of the real siege of Antwerp. On Thursday, the 8th, I started clear.] [Footnote 8: It wasn't. This was only the first slender trickling. The flood came three days later with the bombardment of the city.] [Footnote 9: Of all the thousands and thousands of refugees whom I have seen I have only seen three weep, and they were three out of six hundred who had just disembarked at the Prince of Wales's Pier at Dover. But in Belgium not one tear.] [Footnote 10: This is all wrong. The main stream went as straight as it could for the sea-coast--Holland or Ostend.] [Footnote 11: The outer forts were twelve miles away.] [Footnote 12: At the time of writing--February 19th, 1915. My Day-Book gives no record of anything but the hospitals we visited.]