One wants something to warm one's blood." "You are not likely to have anything of that kind, for some months to come," Major Jamieson replied dryly.

"You don't suppose we are going to have a battle of Narva once a week, do you?
No doubt there will be a few skirmishes, and outpost encounters, but beyond that there will be little doing until next spring.

You can make up your mind, for at least five months, of the worst side of a soldier's life--dull quarters, and probably bad ones, scanty food, cold, and disease." "Not a very bright lookout, major," Forbes laughed.

"I hope it won't be as bad as that." "Then I advise you to give up hoping, and to make up your mind to realities, Forbes.

There is a good deal of illness in the camp now, and there will be more and more as the time goes on.