The whip, I believe, signifies dominion, and sometimes brute force.
Beyond the tableland, and along the succession of gentle elevations which ringed it in to the south, the pounding of the field pieces went steadily on, while Von Zwehl lectured to us upon the congenial subject of what he here had done.

Out yonder a matter of three or four English miles from us the big ones were busy for a fact.

We could see the smoke clouds of each descending shell and the dust clouds of the explosion, and of course we could hear it.

It never stopped for an instant, never abated for so much as a minute.

It had been going on this way for weeks; it would surely go on this way for weeks yet to come.