The windless day grows hotter and hotter; the roads are of loose sand, full of jungles and impediments.

This was such a march for heat and difficulty as the King never had before.

In front of each Column went wagons with a few pontoons; there being many brooks and little streams to cross.

The soldier, for his own health's sake, is strictly forbidden to drink; but as the burning day rose higher, in the sweltering close march, thirst grew irresistible.

Crossing any of these Brooks, the soldiers pounce down, irrepressible, whole ranks of them; lift water, clean or dirty; drink it greedily from the brim of the hat.