They drank deep, in long draughts, with trembling lips, and beseeched us not to leave them again: "Oh, gentlemen, then we shall die!" We swore that we should come back, and that later on carriages would arrive from Louvain to take them to some convent or hospital; and, trusting us, they resigned themselves in the end. Goats, pigs, cows, and other cattle roamed freely through the village-street, looking for food and licking the faces of the dead. We entered a stable whence we thought that a sound came. We saw, however, nothing but a heap of straw, and a pig which ran up against us near the door. Father Coppens chased it away with a: "Get you gone, you brute!" And all at once the straw began to move, a head popped out, and a weak voice exclaimed: "Ah well, be you a Fleming?" The poor fellow had hidden himself, being afraid that we were Germans; but when he heard the "Get you gone, you brute!" he ventured to show himself. "Certainly, my lad," said Father Coppens--"certainly we are Flemings. What is the matter with you?" We removed the rest of the straw, undressed him partially, and on both his legs the most hideous wounds became visible. Septic process had worsened his condition to such an extent, that the unfortunate boy had only a short time to live. I moved away ... he confessed to Father Coppens, who gave him the viaticum, which he carried with him. Later on people from Louvain came with carts, which we had ordered before leaving. Thirteen of these carried the wounded away, whilst a German patrol went all over the village, setting everything on fire. Father Coppens and I beseeched the German commanding officer to spare the houses of some people, large families, who came for shelter to the father's convent. And at length, after long supplications, we secured exemption for a few houses, inhabited by people who could not have done anything in a village which had been completely evacuated by the population, at the beginning of the fight. In the Hospital Leo XIII, that eager Netherlander, Professor Noyons, did all he could to save as many as could be saved of the wretched Belgian wounded; but as rain and cold had done so much harm to the wounds, amputation of the injured limbs was as a rule the only remedy left. Never thinking of rest he went on day and night, taking away the poor fellows' arms and legs, and all this by the miserable light of some candles. Gas and electricity were not to be had, the works being idle after the destruction of the town.... CHAPTER XIII ROUND ABOUT BILSEN ALTHOUGH at first I had a different plan, I decided on Saturday, September 26th, to go first to Riempst--a little walk of three hours each way--as I had read a report in certain papers quoted from the _Handelsblad van Antwerpen_ that the church of Riempst had been burned and the vicars of that parish and of Sichem had been made prisoners.