We came then on to the high road, which was so white and clear in the moonlight that it seemed as though the whole Austrian army must instantly whisper to themselves: "Ah, there they are!" and fire.

The ditch to our right, as far as I could see, was lined with soldiers, hidden by the hedge behind them, their rifles just pointing on to the white surface of the land.

Our guide asked them their division and was answered in a whisper.

The soldiers were ghosts: there was no one, save ourselves, alive in the whole world....
Then a little incident occurred.

I was walking in the rear of our wagons that I might see that all were there.