THIS advance of the enemy had seemed to the youth like a ruthless hunting.He began to fume with rage and exasperation.He beat his foot upon the ground, and scowled with hate at the swirling smoke that was approaching like a phan-tom flood.There was a maddening quality in this seeming resolution of the foe to give him no rest, to give him no time to sit down and think.
Yesterday he had fought and had fled rapidly.
There had been many adventures.For to-day he felt that he had earned opportunities for contem-plative repose.He could have enjoyed portraying to uninitiated listeners various scenes at which he had been a witness or ably discussing the pro-cesses of war with other proved men.Too it was important that he should have time for physical recuperation.He was sore and stiff from his ex-periences.He had received his fill of all exer-tions, and he wished to rest.
But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they were fighting with their old speed.
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He had a wild hate for the relentless foe.Yester-day, when he had imagined the universe to be against him, he had hated it, little gods and big gods; to-day he hated the army of the foe with the same great hatred.He was not going to be badgered of his life, like a kitten chased by boys, he said.It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
He leaned and spoke into his friend's ear.He menaced the woods with a gesture."If they keep on chasing us, by Gawd, they'd better watch out.Can't stand TOO much."The friend twisted his head and made a calm reply."If they keep on a-chasin' us they'll drive us all inteh th' river."The youth cried out savagely at this state-ment.He crouched behind a little tree, with his eyes burning hatefully and his teeth set in a cur-like snarl.The awkward bandage was still about his head, and upon it, over his wound, there was a spot of dry blood.His hair was wondrously tousled, and some straggling, moving locks hung over the cloth of the bandage down toward his forehead.His jacket and shirt were open at the throat, and exposed his young bronzed neck.
There could be seen spasmodic gulpings at his throat.
His fingers twined nervously about his rifle.
He wished that it was an engine of annihilating power.He felt that he and his companions were being taunted and derided from sincere convic-tions that they were poor and puny.His knowl-edge of his inability to take vengeance for it made his rage into a dark and stormy specter, that pos-sessed him and made him dream of abominable cruelties.The tormentors were flies sucking in-solently at his blood, and he thought that he would have given his life for a revenge of seeing their faces in pitiful plights.
The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment, until the one rifle, instantly followed by others, flashed in its front.A moment later the regiment roared forth its sudden and valiant re-tort.A dense wall of smoke settled slowly down.
It was furiously slit and slashed by the knifelike fire from the rifles.
To the youth the fighters resembled animals tossed for a death struggle into a dark pit.There was a sensation that he and his fellows, at bay, were pushing back, always pushing fierce on-slaughts of creatures who were slippery.Their beams of crimson seemed to get no purchase upon the bodies of their foes; the latter seemed to evade them with ease, and come through, between, around, and about with unopposed skill.
When, in a dream, it occurred to the youth that his rifle was an impotent stick, he lost sense of everything but his hate, his desire to smash into pulp the glittering smile of victory which he could feel upon the faces of his enemies.
The blue smoke-swallowed line curled and writhed like a snake stepped upon.It swung its ends to and fro in an agony of fear and rage.
The youth was not conscious that he was erect upon his feet.He did not know the direction of the ground.Indeed, once he even lost the habit of balance and fell heavily.He was up again immediately.One thought went through the chaos of his brain at the time.He wondered if he had fallen because he had been shot.But the suspicion flew away at once.He did not think more of it.
