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of dark smoke, as from smoldering ruins, went up toward the sun now bright and gay in the blue, enameled sky. CHAPTER XVIII. THE ragged line had respite for some min- utes, but during its pause the struggle in the forest became magnified until the trees seemed to quiver from the firing and the ground to shake from the rushing of the men. The voices of the cannon were mingled in a long and interminable row. It seemed difficult to live in such an atmos- phere. The chests of the men strained for a bit of freshness, and their throats craved water. There was one shot through the body, who raised a cry of bitter lamentation when came this lull. Perhaps he had been calling out during the fighting also, but at that time no one had heard him. But now the men turned at the woe- ful complaints of him upon the ground. "Who is it? Who is it?" "It's Jimmie Rogers. Jimmie Rogers." When their eyes first encountered him there was a sudden halt, as if they feared to go near. He was thrashing about in the grass, twisting his 171 shuddering body into many strange postures. He was screaming loudly. This instant's hesita- tion seemed to fill him with a tremendous, fantas- tic contempt, and he damned them in shrieked sentences. The youth's friend had a geographical illusion concerning a stream, and he obtained permission to go for some water. Immediately canteens |
