"That's the spirit!" Immediately after the shell burst a Southern band began to play.
And it played the merriest music, waltzes and polkas and all kinds of dances.

Harry felt his feet move to the tunes, while the battle below, at its very height, roared and thundered.
But he promptly forgot the musicians as he watched the battle.

He knew that the Invincibles were somewhere in that volcano of fire and smoke, and it was almost too much to hope that they would again come unhurt out of such a furious conflict.

But they, too, passed quickly from his mind.

The struggle would let nothing else remain there long.
He saw that the Union troops were still in the Peach Orchard and that they were pouring a deadly fire also from Little Round Top.