East lay another fork of the stream, the chief fork I guessed, and it was evidently followed by the main road to the pass, for I saw it crowded with transport.

The two roads seemed to converge somewhere farther south of my sight.
I guessed we could not be very far from the front, for the noise of guns sounded very near, both the sharp crack of the field-pieces, and the deeper boom of the howitzers.

More, I could hear the chatter of the machine-guns, a magpie note among the baying of hounds.

I even saw the bursting of Russian shells, evidently trying to reach the main road.

One big fellow--an eight-inch--landed not ten yards from a convoy to the east of us, and another in the hollow through which we had come.