At every _smashing_ noise the sanitars, who were, I believe, schoolmasters and little clerks, and therefore of a more sensitive head than the peasant soldier, ducked their heads, and one fat red-faced man tried to lie down flat on two occasions and was cursed heartily by the Feldscher.

I myself felt no fear but only a pounding exhilarating excitement, because I was at last "really in it." We found one wounded man very soon, lying under the hedge with the top of his head gone.

Four sanitars (their relief showed very plainly in their faces) returned with him.

We advanced again, skirting now a little orchard and keeping always in the shadow under the hedge.

Our guide, the soldier, assured us that the wounded man was "very near--quite close." Then we came to a large barn on the edge of what seemed a silver lake but was in reality a long field under the full light of the moon.