The Scourge of Typhus--Pyæmia and Pneumonia--Terrible Cold--Outposts frozen to Death--Fall of Kars--The March of the Wounded--One Hundred and Eighty Miles over the Snow--Ghastly Effects of Frostbite--The Skeleton Hands--Overcrowding in the Hospitals--Dr. Fetherstonhaugh falls Ill--A Strange Delusion--"After Long Years"--Edmund O'Donovan--A Circassian Dinner Party--Sucking-pig _à l'Irlandaise_--A Novel Target--Departure of Mr. Zohrab--We move into the Consulate--Exodus to Erzinghan--An Awful Sacrifice--Christmas in a Besieged Town--A Remarkable Plum Pudding--Illness of Pinkerton--Funerals in Erzeroum--Casting out the Dead--"The Lean Dogs beneath the Wall"--An Army Surgeon's Death--I fall Sick with Typhus--Heroic Devotion of James Denniston--Some of my Nurses--How I recovered--A Scientific Experiment--The Brain of a Comatose Person--Vachin's Discomfiture. As we went round the hospital wards, now that fever had made its appearance, needless to say that we examined each patient anxiously, and every day we found three or four more cases of typhus among the wounded men. These we weeded out, and placed in a room specially prepared to receive them, for on account of the severity of their wounds we could not send them away to the central hospital. Early in December the weather got very bad. There was a heavy fall of snow, and the hospitals were filled with sick, until altogether there were about four thousand sick and wounded in the town. Captain Morisot and Mr. Harvey were most valuable assistants; but in the first week of December Mr. Harvey, who was wanted at Constantinople, had to leave, much to our regret. Williams, our dragoman, who had been delayed on the road by the bad weather, came up with the stores, and took his place, turning out a very useful assistant. Pyæmia began to make great ravages, and the intense cold increased the sufferings of the wounded. I amputated a man's arm at the shoulder joint, and hoped to pull him through; but the weather beat me, for he took pleurisy, and went off in a day. Pinkerton, Woods, and myself lived in the great, bare Armenian house with Fetherstonhaugh and Denniston. Every morning we went off to our respective hospitals, returned home to lunch, and then went back in the afternoon to work again. Wood for fuel cost us twopence per pound, and rations were poor and scarce; but we pegged away doggedly, and Mr. Zohrab was very good to us. He had a splendid house amply provisioned for the winter, and he was most hospitable in his invitations to dinner; while his wife, who was a charming Englishwoman, was always cheering us up, and his two sons often gave us a hand at the hospital.