The men muttered and cursed, throwing black looks in its direction.
In a clear space the troops were at last halted.

Regiments and brigades, broken and detached through their encounters with thickets, grew together again and lines were faced toward the pursuing bark of the enemy's infantry.
This noise, following like the yellings of eager, metallic hounds, increased to a loud and joyous burst, and then, as the sun went serenely up the sky, throwing illuminating rays into the gloomy thickets, it broke forth into prolonged pealings.

The woods began to crackle as if afire.
"Whoop-a-dadee," said a man, "here we are! Everybody fightin'.

Blood an' destruction." "I was willin' t' bet they'd attack as soon as th' sun got fairly up," savagely asserted the lieutenant who commanded the youth's company.

He jerked without mercy at his little mustache.