. Field, fort and fleet ... ing roar, as if some fierce beast had received its death-wound. Shoot to the right or left — over the guns or under where you will, but strike to destroy! Now the hell surgesdown even to the windows of the old farm-house—now back underthe apple trees and beyond it. Dead men are under the ponderouswheels of the guns — mad devils are slashing and shooting acrossthe barrels. No one seems to know friend from foe. Shoot!Slash! Kill! And ! But the hell is dissolved. The smoke is lifting, shrieks andscreams growing fainter, and twenty or thirty living men pull
. Field, fort and fleet ... ing roar, as if some fierce beast had received its death-wound. Shoot to the right or left — over the guns or under where you will, but strike to destroy! Now the hell surgesdown even to the windows of the old farm-house—now back underthe apple trees and beyond it. Dead men are under the ponderouswheels of the guns — mad devils are slashing and shooting acrossthe barrels. No one seems to know friend from foe. Shoot!Slash! Kill! And ! But the hell is dissolved. The smoke is lifting, shrieks andscreams growing fainter, and twenty or thirty living men pull thebodies of the dead away from the guns and renew the slaughteragainst the lines marching across the meadow. Three hundreddead and wounded on the single acre! Blood on the grass, bloodon tire and spoke and gun. -Arms hacked off — brains spatteredagainst the trees — skulls cleft in twain, and bloody fingers clenchedfast into blood-red grass! They tell of war and glory. Look over this hells-acre and findthe latter!. Cjp Citnting f oiitt in HtCMknts Caror*
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