Wild yells came from behind the walls of smoke.
The battle reflections that shone for an instant in the faces on the mad current....
There were moments of waiting.
The sight of this stampede exerted a floodlike force that seemed able to drag sticks...
The tall soldier, having prepared his rifle, produced a red handkerchief...
Perspiration streamed down the youth's face.
Became not a man but a member.
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