Shots were heard and hellish ha-ha's.

The soldiers outside of the village were making themselves merry in this hunt for fugitives.

Their guns were aimed at beasts and were hitting people.
Desnoyers saw men, many men, men everywhere.

They were like gray ants, marching in endless files towards the South, coming out from the woods, filling the roads, crossing the fields.

The green of vegetation was disappearing under their tread; the dust was rising in spirals behind the dull roll of the cannons and the measured trot of thousands of horses.