January 3.—The wounded kept coming in last night, till 12 o’clock. Every corner of the hospital is filled with patients, and the attendants had to give up their beds for them. None but slightly wounded are brought here, but they are bad enough. Many have to be carried from the ambulances, as they are unable to walk. We have sent off a great many to-day, to make room for others who will be in to-night. All that I or Mrs. W. have been able to do for them is to see that they get enough to eat. Bread, beef, and coffee are all we have to give them; they are thankful for that. Our cooks have been up for two or three nights in succession; the surgeons and nurses the same. I would not be surprised if they were all sick; they have so much to do.
I am told that the ladies of the place go down to the train every night with hot coffee and all kinds of refreshments for the wounded.
