The French loomed through it, increased fourfold in numbers, every individual man magnified in size.

He saw them lurid and gigantic, pulling the triggers of their rifles or muskets, or working the batteries.

The cannon also grew from twelve-pounders or eighteen-pounders into guns three or four times as large, and many stood where none had stood before.
The smoke continued to inflame his brain also, and it made him pass through great alternations of hope and fear.

Now the army was going to sweep over the wooden wall in spite of everything.

With sheer weight and bravery it would crush the French and take Ticonderoga.