At last an exultant yell went along the quiver-ing line.The firing dwindled from an uproar to a last vindictive popping.As the smoke slowly eddied away, the youth saw that the charge had been repulsed.The enemy were scattered into reluctant groups.He saw a man climb to the top of the fence, straddle the rail, and fire a part-ing shot.The waves had receded, leaving bits of dark debris upon the ground.
Some in the regiment began to whoop fren-ziedly.Many were silent.Apparently they were trying to contemplate themselves.
After the fever had left his veins, the youth thought that at last he was going to suffocate.
He became aware of the foul atmosphere in which he had been struggling.He was grimy and dripping like a laborer in a foundry.He grasped his canteen and took a long swallow of the warmed water.
A sentence with variations went up and down the line."Well, we 've helt 'em back.We 've helt 'em back; derned if we haven't." The men said it blissfully, leering at each other with dirty smiles.
The youth turned to look behind him and off to the right and off to the left.He experienced the joy of a man who at last finds leisure in which to look about him.
Under foot there were a few ghastly forms motionless.They lay twisted in fantastic contor-tions.Arms were bent and heads were turned in incredible ways.It seemed that the dead men must have fallen from some great height to get into such positions.They looked to be dumped out upon the ground from the sky.
From a position in the rear of the grove a bat-tery was throwing shells over it.The flash of the guns startled the youth at first.He thought they were aimed directly at him.Through the trees he watched the black figures of the gunners as they worked swiftly and intently.Their labor seemed a complicated thing.He wondered how they could remember its formula in the midst of confusion.
The guns squatted in a row like savage chiefs.
They argued with abrupt violence.It was a grim pow-wow.Their busy servants ran hither and thither.
A small procession of wounded men were go-ing drearily toward the rear.It was a flow of blood from the torn body of the brigade.
To the right and to the left were the dark lines of other troops.Far in front he thought he could see lighter masses protruding in points from the forest.They were suggestive of un-numbered thousands.
Once he saw a tiny battery go dashing along the line of the horizon.The tiny riders were beating the tiny horses.
From a sloping hill came the sound of cheer-ings and clashes.Smoke welled slowly through the leaves.
Batteries were speaking with thunderous ora-torical effort.Here and there were flags, the red in the stripes dominating.They splashed bits of warm color upon the dark lines of troops.
The youth felt the old thrill at the sight of the emblem.They were like beautiful birds strangely undaunted in a storm.
As he listened to the din from the hillside, to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting, too, over there, and over there, and over there.Heretofore he had sup-posed that all the battle was directly under his nose.
As he gazed around him the youth felt a flash of astonishment at the blue, pure sky and the sun gleamings on the trees and fields.It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.
