The ragged line had respite for some minutes, 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 atmosphere.

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.