The land now had a tilt eastward, as if we were moving towards the valley of a great river.

Soon we began to meet little parties of men coming from the east with a new look in their faces.

The first lots of wounded had been the ordinary thing you see on every front, and there had been some pretence at organization.

But these new lots were very weary and broken; they were often barefoot, and they seemed to have lost their transport and to be starving.

You would find a group stretched by the roadside in the last stages of exhaustion.