three in the morning
I was indignant the whole night . Buche would say : `` I do not care for the rain , I have been through many a worse one when on the watch ; but then I had at least a crust of bread and some onions and salt . '' I was quite absorbed with my own troubles and said nothing , but he was angry . The rain ceased between two and three in the morning . Buche and I were lying back to back in a furrow , in order to keep warm , and at last overcome by fatigue I fell asleep . When I woke about five in the morning , the church bells were ringing matins over all that vast plain . I shall never forget the scene ; and as I looked at the gray sky , the trampled grain , and my sleeping comrades on the right and left , my heart sunk under the sense of desolation .