The fire of the cannon and rifles on a long line was so rapid and terrific that he was almost blinded by the incessant blaze, which was like one solid sheet of flame.

The dense smoke gathered once more among the bushes and trees and the forest was filling with a tremendous shouting.
Harry kept as close as he could to his general, who was now in the very heart of the conflict.

But it was a difficult task.

His clothing was torn by bushes and briars, and boughs whipped him across the face.
Now and then in a rift in the smoke he beheld a terrible sight.

The ground was covered with the arms and blankets and tents of the Union army.