The brown or gray trunks of the trees showed each roughness of their surfaces.
And the men of the regiment, with their starting eyes and sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown headlong, to queer, heaped-up corpses--all were comprehended.

His mind took a mechanical but firm impression, so that afterward everything was pictured and explained to him, save why he himself was there.
But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush.

The men, pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheerings, moblike and barbaric, but tuned in strange keys that can arouse the dullard and the stoic.

It made a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be incapable of checking itself before granite and brass.

There was the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and blind to the odds.