It was a good big stream when we started, water up to our knees, but we formed across it in a line five hundred men deep and then began to drink as we marched forward.

Of course, a lot of water got past the first four hundred lines or so, but the five hundredth always swallowed up the last drop." "We marched against that stream for something like a hundred and fifty miles.

No water ever got past us.

We left a perfectly dry bed behind.
Up in the northern part of the state not a drop of water came down the river in a month.

We followed it, or at least a lot of us did, clean to its source in some hills a piece back of us.