He said, respectfully, "One question, general, when that bastion cuts its teeth will it be any easier to take than now ?" "Certainly; it will always be easier to take it from the sap than to cross the open under fire to it, and take it.

Come, colonel, to your trenches; and if your friend should cut its teeth, you shall have a battery in your attack that will set its teeth on edge.

Ha! ha!" The young colonel did not echo his chief's humor; he saluted gravely, and returned to the trenches.
The next morning three fresh tiers of embrasures grinned one above another at the besiegers.

The besieged had been up all night, and not idle.

In half these apertures black muzzles showed themselves.
The bastion had cut its front teeth.
Thirteenth day of the siege.
The trenches were within four hundred yards of the enemy's guns, and it was hot work in them.