"I went to sleep with the cannon firing, and I wake up with them still at it.

I suppose a fellow will get used to it after a while." "You can get used to anything," said an officer who heard them.

"Now, you boys eat your breakfasts.

Your turn at the guns will come again soon." They took breakfast willingly, although they found a strong flavor of smoke, sand, and burned gunpowder in everything they ate and drank.
Then they went to their guns, but, when a few more shots were fired, a trumpet blew a signal, and it was echoed from battery to battery.
Every cannon ceased, and, in the silence and under the lifting smoke, Harry saw a white flag going up on the fort.
Sumter was about to yield..