The hoofs of ten thousand horses beat in unison.

Every man held aloft his sabre, and the sun struck upon their blades and glanced off in a myriad brilliant beams.

Harry glanced at Lee and he saw that the blue eyes were gleaming.

He, too, sober and quiet though he was, felt pride as the Murat of the South led on his legions.
The cavalrymen, veering a little, charged toward the guns on the hill, and they received them with a discharge of blank cartridges which made the plain shake.

Back and forth the mimic battle rolled, charge and repulse, and the smoke of the firing drifted over the plain.