The sun was a vast sheet of gold, giving a luminous tint to the snow, and two clusters of trees, covered to the last bough and twig with snow, were a delicate tracery of white, shot at times by the sun with a pale yellow glow like that of a rose.

On the horizon a faint misty smoke, the color of silver, was rising, and he knew that it came from the cooking fires of the Germans.
It reminded him that he was very hungry.

Cave life under fire, if it did not kill a man, gave him a ferocious appetite, and turning into one of the transverse trenches he followed a stream of the Strangers who were already on the way to their hotel.
The narrow cut led them nearly a mile, and then they came out in a valley the edges of which were fringed with beeches.

But in the wide space within the valley most of the snow had been cleared away and enormous automobile kitchens stood giving forth the pleasant odors of food and drink.

At one side officers were already satisfying their hunger and farther on men were doing the same.