THREE:Onward they rushed full into the smoke that drifted backward down the hill. As they gained the crest the air became clearer, and they saw the sadly-shrunken remnant of their regiment strung in an irregular line along the forward edge. Some were binding up wounds more or less severe, some were searching the boxes of the dead and wounded for cartridges, some were leaning on their hot guns, looking curiously into the woods at the foot of the slope into which the rebels had fled.
THREE:"Yes, a genuine rebel gun, that you kin shoot crows with and celebrate Christmas, and kill a dog."Dodd found himself weeping, twisting himself in the chair; reaching out with his hands, violently racked in spasms of grief: it seemed as if the room shook and he grasped nothing until she put her hands on his shoulders. His eyes were blind with water, his body in a continual series of spasms. He heard his own voice, making sounds that had never been words, crying forfor what? Help, peace, understanding?
THREE:"Very good, very good, indeed. You'll be an ornament to Headquarters."
THREE: "Yours, Shorty."
THREE:"Invite?" Greta said. "I didn't invite anybody. They were there, that's all. Cendar always shows up. You know that."The roar of the battle would have told them as much, for it was now deafening. The earth seemed to throb and the trees shake with the awful shocks. As they passed the hospital they saw a grewsome pile of amputated legs and arms, while the ground around about was filled with wounded, whose groans pierced through the roar of battle.
THREE:Norma kept her eyes on her glass. "Nothing," she said, in a new, strained voice.
THREE:"Jim, you and Joe go down to the edge of the abatis and see what you can see."
THREE:"Well, I've got to take off my hat to you as a forager," said Shorty. "A man that kin find a chicken in Chattenoogy now, and hold on to it long enough to git it in the pot, kin give me lessons in the art. When I git strong enough to travel agin I want you to learn me the trick."