[Jack Archer by G. A. Henty]@TWC D-Link bookJack Archer CHAPTER XII 1/17
PRISONERS ON PAROLE Day after day the convoy made its way northward without any incident of importance happening.
The midshipmen were glad to find that, thanks to their sheepskin cloaks and pointed hoods, they passed through the towns without attracting any attention whatever. The convoy lessened in length as it proceeded.
The animals broke down in great numbers and died by the road, under the task of dragging the heavy wagons through the deep snow. At a town of some size, where they halted for two days, relief was afforded by the wheels being taken off the wagons, and rough runners affixed, the wheels being placed on the carts, as that they could be put on again in case of a thaw. Famine, however, did more that fatigue in destroying the animals; for although good exertions had been made to form depots of forage along the roads, these were exhausted faster than they could be collected by the enormous trains, which, laden with provisions and warlike stores, were making their way to Sebastopol from the interior of Russia.
There was no lack of food for the men, for ample stores of black bread were carried, and a supply of meat was always obtainable at the end of the day's journey by the carcase of some bullock which had fallen and then been shot during the day's march. But though the train diminished in length, its occupants diminished even more rapidly.
Every morning, before starting, a burying party were busy interring the bodies of those who had died during the previous day's march or in the night. When the halt was made at a village, the papa or priest of the place performed a funeral mass; when, as was more common, they encamped in the open, the grave was filled in, a rough cross was erected over it, and the convoy proceeded on its march. The midshipmen found the journey dreary and uninteresting in the extreme. After leaving the Crimea the country became a dead flat; which, though bright in summer, with a wide expanse of waving grain, was inexpressibly mournful and monotonous as it lay under its wide covering of snow.
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