The other day we were off in pursuit of a body of infantry, and when we
overtook them they simply flung themselves down on the ground and let
us ride over them. Then, when we came back, they surrendered. Some of
them were so dead beat that they could not run away, not even if they
had wanted to, and that seems to be true of their men everywhere. Some
of them have had their fill of fighting and marching by this time, and
I do not blame them, for they got it hot in the fighting with us since
the third week of August, when they came along to sweep us into the
sea: _A Trooper of the 3rd Hussars_.