They are hard times, sahib, when the street dogs are as hungry as those were.
Hunger! We met hunger day after day for eight days--hunger and nothing else, although it was good enough land--better than any I have seen in the Punjab.

There was water everywhere.

The air, too, was good to breathe, tempting us to fill our lungs and march like new men, yet causing appetite we could not assuage.

We avoided towns, and all large villages, Ranjoor Singh consulting his map whenever we halted and marching by the little compass the Germans had given him.

We should have seen sheep or goats or cattle had there been any; but there was none.