Kind hands take her in, give her a bath, put on some clean clothes and put her to bed waiting for the attending physician to give further instruction. The girl looked like wild and she acted irrationally. She was thin, with a swollen face, lips bleeding and her hair was matted so tightly that on shaving it came off in a solid mass. She crawled about on all fours being too weak to stand, as she sought to move about in her dazed condition.
After some stimulating food she soon began to tell her story. Chiang Kou-ming, a seventeen-year-old girl, Once a resident of Hongkew, fled to her relatives when the devastating war planes sadred overhead and the rapidly approaching armies in the streets were laying in ruins all before them. Kou-ming's parents had fled to the country, she said but she was too late.
In the home of her relatives about mid-August of last year things were not safe either. Each one had sought for himself a place of comparative safety in hiding. But hiding had only lessened their chance of escape. Fires were raging all round., Soon the water was turned off. During the severe fighting three people hid in the top storey of a shop in Hongkew, where a little rice, a little sugar, some dates and some water had been collected,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.