about
midday
Cannon pretty close too . They say the Austrians are fearfully strong just here and of course our ammunition is climbing down to less than nothing -- looks as though we were going to have a hot time soon . I turned in and helped Krylov all the morning and somehow his fat , ugly face , his little exclamations , his explosive comical rages , his sudden rough kindnesses did one a world of good . We filled the wagons and sent them back , then about midday , under a blazing hot sun , we went on with the others . Is there any place in the globe hot and suffocating quite as this Forest is ? Even in the open spaces one ca n't breathe and there 's never any proper shade under the trees . At first we were at a loss , No one seemed quite to know where the Vengrovsky Polk were .