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In these surroundings， those who had been long inured to scenes of human suffering-- surgeons with a world-wide knowledge of agonies， soldiers familiar with fields of carnage， missionaries with remembrances of famine and of plague-- yet found a depth of horror which they had never known before. There were moments， there were places， in the Barrack Hospital at Scutari， where the strongest hand was struck with trembling， and the boldest eye would turn away its gaze.

Miss Nightingale came， and she， at any rate， in that inferno， did not abandon hope. For one thing， she brought material succour.

Before she left London she had consulted Dr. Andrew Smith， the head of the Army Medical Board， as to whether it would be useful to take out stores of any kind to Scutari； and Dr. Andrew Smith had told her that 'nothing was needed'. Even Sidney Herbert had given her similar assurances； possibly， owing to an oversight， there might have been some delay in the delivery of the medical stores， which， he said， had been sent out from England 'in profusion'， but 'four days would have remedied this'. She preferred to trust her own instincts， and at Marseilles purchased a large quantity of miscellaneous provisions， which were of the utmost use at Scutari. She came， too， amply provided with money--in all， during her stay in the East， about ā7，000 reached her from private sources； and， in addition， she was able to avail herself of another valuable means of help.

At the same time as herself， Mr. Macdonald， of The Times， had arrived at Scutari， charged with the duty of administering the large sums of money collected through the agency of that newspaper in aid of the sick and wounded； and Mr. Macdonald had the sense to see that the best use he could make of The Times Fund was to put it at the disposal of Miss Nightingale. 'I cannot conceive，' wrote an eye-witness， 'as I now calmly look back on the first three weeks after the arrival of the wounded from Inkerman， how it could have been possible to have avoided a state of things too disastrous to contemplate， had not Miss Nightingale been there， with the means placed at her disposal by Mr. Macdonald.' But the official view was different. What！ Was the public service to admit， by accepting outside charity， that it was unable to discharge its own duties without the assistance of private and irregular benevolence？ Never！ And accordingly when Lord Stratford de Redcliffe， our ambassador at Constantinople， was asked by Mr. Macdonald to indicate how The Times Fund could best be employed， he answered that there was indeed one object to which it might very well be devoted-- the building of an English Protestant Church at Pera.

Mr. Macdonald did not waste further time with Lord Stratford， and immediately joined forces with Miss Nightingale. But， with such a frame of mind in the highest quarters， it is easy to imagine the kind of disgust and alarm with which the sudden intrusion of a band of amateurs and females must have filled the minds of the ordinary officer and the ordinary military surgeon. They could not understand it-- what had women to do with war？ Honest Colonels relieved their spleen by the cracking of heavy jokes about 'the Bird'； while poor Dr. Hall， a rough terrier of a man， who had worried his way to the top of his profession， was struck speechless with astonishment， and at last observed that Miss Nightingale's appointment was extremely droll.

Her position was， indeed， an official one， but it was hardly the easier for that. In the hospitals it was her duty to provide the services of herself and her nurses when they were asked for by the doctors， and not until then. At first some of the surgeons would have nothing to say to her， and， though she was welcomed by others， the majority were hostile and suspicious. But gradually she gained ground. Her good will could not be denied， and her capacity could not be disregarded. With consummate tact， with all the gentleness of supreme strength， she managed at last to impose her personality upon the susceptible， overwrought， discouraged， and helpless group of men in authority who surrounded her. She stood firm； she was a rock in the angry ocean； with her alone was safety， comfort， life. And so it was that hope dawned at Scutari.

The reign of chaos and old night began to dwindle； order came upon the scene， and common sense， and forethought， and decision， radiating out from the little room off the great gallery in the Barrack Hospital where， day and night， the Lady Superintendent was at her task. Progress might be slow， but it was sure.

The first sign of a great change came with the appearance of some of those necessary objects with which the hospitals had been unprovided for months. The sick men began to enjoy the use of towels and soap， knives and forks， combs and tooth-brushes. Dr.

Hall might snort when he heard of it， asking， with a growl， what a soldier wanted with a tooth-brush； but the good work went on.