The men took positions behind a curving line of rifle pits that had been turned up, like a large furrow, along the line of woods.

Before them was a level stretch, peopled with short, deformed stumps.

From the woods beyond came the dull popping of the skirmishers and pickets, firing in the fog.

From the right came the noise of a terrific fracas.
The men cuddled behind the small embankment and sat in easy attitudes awaiting their turn.

Many had their backs to the firing.