The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream, and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately canteens were showered upon him. "Fill mine, will yeh?" "Bring me some, too." "And me, too." He departed, ladened. The youth went with his friend, feeling a desire to throw his heated body onto the stream and, soaking there, drink quarts.

They made a hurried search for the supposed stream, but did not find it. "No water here," said the youth. They turned without delay and began to retrace their steps.

From their position as they again faced to- ward the place of the fighting, they could of course comprehend a greater amount of the bat- tle than when their visions had been blurred by the hurling smoke of the line. They could see dark stretches winding along the land, and on one cleared space there was a row of guns mak- ing gray clouds, which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame. Over some foli- age they could see the roof of a house. One win- dow, glowing a deep murder red, shone squarely through the leaves. From the edifice a tall lean- ing tower of smoke went far into the sky.