There was a path but not a plan. The river of silvery silk was really hard to find. We were hungry and shivering. Here the scenery was so sumptuous that it was all we could do to keep our feet moving. Now we are past the field, all the way to Italy. Wherever we stopped for a rest the sun shone on the fields and on the low, distant hills which I had so seldom seen since the sun had been blotted out.