At noon it ceased raining and we rested, eating the bread, of which every man had brought away three loaves.

After that, what with marching and the wind and sun our clothes began to dry and we became more cheerful--all, that is to say, except the ammunition bearers, who abused Gooja Singh with growing fervency.

Yet he was compelled to drive them lest he himself be court martialed and reduced to the ranks.
Cheerfulness and selfishness are often one, sahib, for it was not what we could see that raised our spirits.

We marched by village after village that had been combed by the foragers for Turkish armies,--and saw only destitution to right and left, behind and before.

The only animals we saw were dead ones except the dogs hunting for bones that might have marrow in them still.
We saw no men of military age.