At once every cap was devoted to this.

Getting water from an adjacent spring, each man made a little wad of dough--unsalted--and spreading it upon a flat stone or a chip, set it up in front of the fire to bake.

As soon as it was browned on one side, it was pulled off the stone, and the other side turned to the fire.

It was a very primitive way of cooking and I became thoroughly disgusted with it.

It was fortunate for me that I little dreamed that this was the way I should have to get my meals for the next fifteen months.
After somewhat of the edge had been taken off our hunger by this food, we crouched around the fires, talked over the events of the day, speculated as to what was to be done with us, and snatched such sleep as the biting cold would permit..