See how the smoke covers the whole side of the mountain.

Oh, Carrington is doing splendidly! I have never known him to do better!" Harry wished that Carrington would not do quite so well.

He was tired of crouching in a ditch.

He was growing somewhat used to the hideous howling of the shells, but it was still unsafe anywhere except in the trenches.

It seemed to him, too, that the cannon fire was increasing in volume.