Breaking ranks we returned to our places, and sat around in moody silence for three hours.
We had eaten nothing since the previous noon.

Rising hungry, our hunger seemed to increase in arithmetical ratio with every quarter of an hour.
These times afforded an illustration of the thorough subjection of man to the tyrant Stomach.

A more irritable lot of individuals could scarcely be found outside of a menagerie than these men during the hours waiting for rations.

"Crosser than, two sticks" utterly failed as a comparison.
They were crosser than the lines of a check apron.

Many could have given odds to the traditional bear with a sore head, and run out of the game fifty points ahead of him.