However, as soon as the bandage was pulled a little he yelled and writhed. The surgeon at last lost patience and said: "Hold him down."
Two orderlies and two bearers seized his hands and feet while the bandage was quickly removed. He shrieked and struggled violently, but he was firmly held.
He had a small, deep wound in the fleshy part of the forearm. He received gas and soon lost consciousness. The surgeon pushed a probe into the hole. There was a metallic click, whereupon he inserted his forceps and pulled out a jagged piece of steel, the fragment of a German sh.e.l.l. When the wound had been excised and dressed, the man was carried away and replaced by another whose right leg was thickly wrapped up. The wrapping was removed and revealed a shattered knee and two toes dangling from the foot. Captain Wycherley snipped them off with a pair of scissors. The man winced and they dropped on to the floor. The anaesthetist administered gas. It was some time, however, before the patient lost consciousness, for the balloon that adjoined the mouthpiece leaked badly and once the rubber-tubing was blown off the nozzle of the cylinder.
Captain Dowden was busy with a foot, or all that was left of a foot, a number of crimson shreds hanging from an ankle over a projecting piece of bone. Captain Calthrop was attending to a "belly case"--he had cut a longitudinal slit in his patient"s abdomen and both his hands were groping inside it, buried up to the wrists, while the stomach-wall heaved up and down with the breathing of the unconscious man.
The "case" lying on the end table had been in the C.C.S. for several days. He had undergone operation as soon as he arrived. At that time he only had a small surface-wound below the knee, but it was slightly gangrenous. The next day the gas-gangrene appeared above the knee-joint.
The wound was excised a second time. But soon afterwards gangrene appeared again, still higher up, and a third operation was necessary.
And now the wound stretched from below the knee almost as far as the hip. It was shallow, but as broad as a hand and of a greyish-green colour. The man breathed feebly and his eyes were turned up so that only the whites were visible. He received gas. Amputation was impossible for the gangrene had reached too far. The wound was excised, but the surgeon said: "I"m afraid he"s done for, poor fellow." The man"s breathing became almost imperceptible. The oxygen cylinder was sent for, the rubber tube was pushed in between the blue lips, and the gas rushed through. In a few seconds he had revived and gave loud and regular snorts, jerking back his head and shaking his body with each ingoing breath. He was taken back to the ward and put back to bed. He began to talk volubly about his wife and children. Within half an hour he was dead.
"Just go and see if there are many left in the Prep.," said Captain Dowden to his orderly.
The orderly came back and reported that there were hardly a dozen.
"Any Huns amongst them?"
"Four or five, sir."
"Are we still receiving?"
"No, sir, we stopped about an hour ago. There won"t be any more cases arriving to-night, sir."
"Good--we shall be able to get off early, at two or three in the morning if we"re lucky. We can take things easy a bit."
The bearers came in with a stretcher.
"Take it easy, bearers. There"s no hurry--we haven"t got many more to do. Just put him on that table there."
The newcomer"s left leg was thickly bandaged, but the blood was oozing through and forming a pool on the table. When the bandage was removed, Captain Dowden examined the limb, but no injury was visible on the upper surface. I grasped the foot--it was blue and cold. I raised it, so that the surgeon could look at the under-surface of the leg. As I did so, the calf gave way in the middle. He told me angrily to pull harder. I pulled until the leg was taut again. The muscles and the sinews squeaked faintly as they stretched. Underneath the calf was a big hole and the bone had been completely shattered. The man was strangely quiet. His bare chest did not move. I looked at his face and suddenly I saw his lower jaw drop. He was dead.
"Another slab for the mortuary!"
The remaining tables were empty and no more wounded were brought in for a while. The bearers were obeying the surgeon"s order and were taking a rest. The officers and sisters in the theatre were in high spirits. They were trying to speak French and ridiculing each other"s efforts. Captain Wycherley began to hum a tune and wave his amputation knife like the conductor of an orchestra, whereupon the others locked arms and danced up and down the theatre, talking and joking. Then Captain Calthrop broke away and danced by himself, kicking his legs up in the air. The Sisters watched him and laughed loudly. One of them could hardly control herself, and shrieking with laughter, cried:
"Oh, Captain Calthrop, you really are _too_ funny!"
Captain Dowden had not joined in the merrymaking. He was standing by the table on which the corpse was lying. He smiled uneasily and said to an orderly: "Tie up his jaw and his feet and hands and take him away. And tell the bearers to get a move on. Let"s get finished as quickly as possible."
The orderly pushed the dead man"s lower jaw sharply against the upper, so that the teeth clicked, and kept it in position by tying a bandage right round the head. Then he crossed the dead hands and feet and tied them together also.
He went to the door and shouted, "Bearers!"
But only one bearer appeared with a stretcher over his shoulder. I helped him to lift the corpse on to it and carry it away. It was an intensely black night. All was silent except for an occasional m.u.f.fled boom in the distance and the sound of someone whimpering in one of the wards. Our load was very heavy and we had to feel our way slowly along the duckboards. When they came to an end we walked through the gra.s.s. I was in front and all at once I tripped over some obstacle. With a strenuous effort I retained my balance but nearly tipped the dead man off the stretcher. We walked on, but did not reach the mortuary, although we should have done so long ago. We put the stretcher down and looked around. The darkness enveloped us like a mantle. We could see nothing except a few shafts of light that shone through c.h.i.n.ks in the walls of the distant operating theatre. Roughly guessing our direction we continued our journey. I felt a tent rope brushing against my leg. I stepped over it and encountered another, while the orderly knocked his foot against a peg. We put the stretcher down a second time. It rested partly on the ground and partly on the ropes, and we held the corpse for fear it should roll off. We shouted for a light. Someone answered near by and struck a match. The momentary glimmer was sufficient to show that we were standing amongst the ropes of the mortuary marquee. The man struck another match to show us the way in. We entered and added our burden to a double row of other dead, who lay there in the flickering match-light staring at the roof with sightless eyes and rigid, expressionless faces.
When we got back to the theatre all the three teams were busy again.
The bearers came in with a case, and one of them said:
"This is the last Englishman, sir. There"s about half a dozen Fritzes to do, sir."
"Bring "em along--let"s get the job done."
The swing-doors were pushed open and two bearers appeared with a stretcher on which a man clothed in grey was lying. His dark hair was matted. His boyish face was intensely white. His eyes were closed. He gave a hardly audible moan with every breath. A blanket was drawn up to his chin.
"Is this a Hun or a gentleman?" asked Captain Calthrop.
"A "Un, sir," said one of the bearers and grinned.
"Dump him on the table!"
The blanket was removed and a blood-sodden strip of linen unwound from the German boy"s right forearm, which was hanging to his shoulder by a few shreds of flesh and sinew.
"Tell him his arm"s got to come off."
I explained to the boy that it would be necessary to remove his arm in order to save his life.
He did not seem to understand at first and looked at me with a puzzled expression. Then he suddenly broke into a wail, like a little child, and cried, "Ach Jesus, ach Jesus, ach Jesus ..."
The chloroform mask soon m.u.f.fled his cries and he became unconscious. I grasped his cold hand and slender wrist. The arm was rapidly amputated.
The red stump with the disc of severed bone in the middle was cleaned and bandaged and he was carried back to the prisoners" ward, retching and vomiting.
On Captain Wheeler"s table lay a healthy looking German with a bronzed face. His legs were pitted with a great number of small wounds caused by minute bomb fragments. The mask was clapped over his mouth and the chloroform allowed to drip on to it. But he inhaled the fumes with difficulty, and began to choke.
The anaesthetist got angry and snarled:
"That"s it, choke away--a choker like all the rest of them--you blasted race of murderers--I"m sorry for the individual though, this deluded fool, for instance."
Captain Dowden was vainly trying to converse with a German who had been hit in the back. The bullet had pa.s.sed through the lower part of his lung, and then through the abdomen, leaving a hole through which part of the intestine projected.
"Come along and ask him some questions," he said to me. "Don"t stand about there doing nothing--make yourself useful. Tell him he"ll be well treated--better than the English wounded are treated in Germany."
The prisoner answered in a drawling whisper:
"I never expected bad treatment--the English wounded are not treated badly by us either."
"Aren"t they! That"s all he knows about it!... Ask him if he likes war."
"O G.o.d, no--war"s good for the rich, not for the poor."
"I thought these Huns loved warfare--ask him if he thinks Germany will win."
"Germany"s in a bad way--Ach Gott, don"t ask me any more, give me something to stop my pain!"
"That"s the retort diplomatic! Send him off to sleep--let"s get the job done."
When the man had lost consciousness, Captain Grierson, the anaesthetist, put the chloroform bottle aside, jumped down from the stool, and searched the pockets of his helpless patient. He did not find much, however, only a few letters and picture postcards until he came to a deep trouser pocket from which he drew a big German pipe.