planes, the multitude continued
their hasty march, their career of
desperation and infinite anguish.
Their goal was still very distant
and they had no means of shor-
tening it.
Very soon —it was the day of
the 10 of February— an ambulan-
ce, painted grey, attempted to open
a way, in the opposite direction to
that of the tumultuous human to-
rrent. To the right and left of the
road, hundreds of wounded, chil-
dren calling in vain for their pa-
rents, and fainting women, with
feet horribly swollen and bleeding
from the long trump, tormented
by hunger and thirst, had fallen completely overcome. Others fell
dead. The ambulance carried on its sides the following inscription:
«Permanent service of blood transfusion». On the front seat, dressed
in blue overalls were three men: the Canadian doctor, Norman Bet-
hune, his assistant Hazen Sice and the driver, also Canadians. These
three men were among the first to go to the aid of the sick, children,
women and wounded, who fled from Malaga and the villages on the
way from that capital to Almería, impelled by the terror of fascist do-
mination. Three heroes, three magnificent figures of human soli-
darity. For seven days these men confronted dangers of every kind,
suffered hunger and thirst and saved from certain death hundreds of
women and children, whom they carried in their ambulance from
the fascist lines to Almeria. The names of Dr. Norman Bethune and
his collaborators, in this work of unexampled unselfishness and sa-
crifice, deserve to be perpetuated, with a cult of devotion, and affec—
Helping the refugees to get into the am-
bulance