Those who were not working smoked cigarettes, and they all stood in a group watching the body with a solemn and serious interest.

One of them made a little wooden cross out of some twigs.

There was a letter just beside the body which they brought me.

It began: 'Darling Heinrich,--Your last letter was so cheerful that I have quite recovered from my depression.
It may not be so long now before ...' and so on, like the other letters that I had read.

It grinned at us there with a devilish sarcasm, but its trousers and boots were pitiful and human.