Monday, October 5, the Chaplain, sent by the Major, came to tell us that we must leave. “Go,” said he, “not to Antwerp, but through Flanders to England.” We thought that our other Sisters had already gone to England. We remained Tuesday also, amid the thundering roar of the cannon. At six o’clock in the evening it was announced that the motor car was ready. “Rapidly,” said they. “Everyone away.” There we were! One in the kitchen and the others here and there at work. In haste we collected a few of our things, and, without food or other supplies, started on the way to Boom. The Belgian soldiers caused the bridge to spring just when we had crossed it. The two ladies of the Red Cross who had so faithfully assisted in the care of the wounded, were with us. We went from Boom to Hemischen, over a rudely constructed bridge. From this place we jolted and pitched all night long. One of our number, utterly exhausted, slept soundly, and for the time being at least was unconscious of danger or difficulty. At ten o’clock on Wednesday morning we arrived at St. Niklaas. We were well received by the Sisters at the Convent of the Presentation, and remained until next day. Then we went to Ostend. From ten in the morning until five in the evening we remained on the train and spent the night in a convent. We looked for the ambulance, and found it in the “Hotel Splendite,” wherein we were given rooms overlooking the sea. There were about three hundred wounded soldiers brought from Antwerp, for that city was just bombarded. We remained there until the 13th of October. We had just retired on the evening of the 13th, when we were hastily called up. “Toe Zusters’ gauw op! Ze zijn hier, alle maal bijna weg.” (Sisters, do hurry up! Nearly all are away from here.) We sprang up, dressed hastily, took our satchels and went directly to the depot. We stood in the waiting-room from eleven o’clock that night until five next morning. Two trains of wounded soldiers were passing. We succeeded in getting into one of them, and now “Ahead,” wherever Divine Providence may lead us. That was a tiresome ride. Every few minutes the train would stop. Where were we going? Probably to France. In a town called Zarren we remained standing a long time. The residents brought food and drink for the soldiers and conducted the Sisters to a convent. We could not find sufficient words to praise and thank these good people; and now again, “Ahead to France.”