So a halt was called, we placed the tired baby in this semi-cradle, laced the sides snugly over him, and were thus enabled to carry him over those dreadful roads without danger.
He did not cry much, but the dust made him thirsty.

I could not give him nourishment without stopping the entire train of wagons, on account of the constant pitching of the ambulance; delay was not advisable or expedient, so my poor little son had to endure with the rest of us.

The big Alsatian cavalryman held the cradle easily in his strong arms, and so the long miles were travelled, one by one.
At noon of this day we made a refreshing halt, built a fire and took some luncheon.

We found a shady, grassy spot, upon which the blankets were spread, and we stretched ourselves out upon them and rested.

But we were still some miles from water, so after a short respite we were compelled to push on.