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There it is!" And thousands of hands were pointing to a vague spot on the horizon.

With field glasses and telescopes they were aiding their vision, the popular venders offering every kind of optical instruments and for an hour the thrilling spectacle of an aerial hunt was played out, noisy and useless.
The great insect was trying to reach the Eiffel Tower, and from its base would come sharp reports, at the same time that the different platforms spit out a fierce stream of shrapnel.

As it zigzagged over the city, the discharge of rifles would crackle from roof and street.

Everyone that had arms in his house was firing--the soldiers of the guard, and the English and Belgians on their way through Paris.