The snow had ceased, but there was a bitter wind, and the glare from the newly-fallen snow was terrible.
The guns, wheels, and ammunition had been told off to different squads, who were relieved every fifty yards.

In spite of the cold, the men were pouring with perspiration.

At one point in the march a stream had to be crossed.

This was done only with great difficulty, and the rear guard did not reach the camping ground, at the mouth of the Shandur Pass, until eleven at night; and even then the guns had to be left a mile behind.

Then the weary men had to cut fuel to light fires.