Only the babies, and the very little children, and the wounded men, got any.

I did not get a sip, although mother dipped a bit of cloth into the several spoonfuls she got for the baby and wiped my mouth out.

She did not even do that for herself, for she left me the bit of damp rag to chew.
The situation grew unspeakably worse in the afternoon.

The quiet sun blazed down through the clear windless air and made a furnace of our hole in the sand.

And all about us were the explosions of rifles and yells of the Indians.