About eleven o'clock
We waited for some time in the rain , when he came out with Dauzelot , general of the division , who was laughing , because we had not followed Grouchy toward Namur ; the want of orders had compelled us to turn off to Quatre-Bras . Notwithstanding , we received orders to continue our march without stopping . I thought I should drop every moment from weakness , but it was worse still when we overtook the baggage , for then we were obliged to march on the sides of the road , and the farther from it we went the more deeply we sank in the soft soil . About eleven o'clock we reached a large village called Genappe , which lies on both sides of the route . The crowd of wagons , cannon , and baggage was so great that we were forced to turn to the right and cross the Thy by a bridge , and from this point we continued to march through the fields of grain and hemp , like savages who respect nothing . The night was so dark that the mounted dragoons , who were placed at intervals of two hundred paces like guide-posts , kept shouting , `` This way , this way ! '' About midnight we reached a sort of farm-house thatched with straw , which was filled with superior officers .