I got a dreadful start, when I thought I heard the file still going; but it was only a sheep-bell.

The sheep stopped in their eating and looked timidly at us; and the cattle, their heads turned from the wind and sleet, stared angrily as if they held us responsible for both annoyances; but, except these things, and the shudder of the dying day in every blade of grass, there was no break in the bleak stillness of the marshes.
The soldiers were moving on in the direction of the old Battery, and we were moving on a little way behind them, when, all of a sudden, we all stopped.

For there had reached us on the wings of the wind and rain, a long shout.

It was repeated.

It was at a distance towards the east, but it was long and loud.