Camped at night under the edge of a great plateau.

Cold bitter.

Drank a little brandy each, and huddled ourselves together, each wrapped up in his blanket, to keep ourselves alive.

Are now suffering frightfully from starvation and weariness.

Thought that Ventvoegel would have died during the night.
"23rd .-- Struggled forward once more as soon as the sun was well up, and had thawed our limbs a little.