They buzzed like angry bees, and no man on the front of either army was safe from their sting.

But all through the Wilderness along the line of Jackson's charge the dead and wounded lay.

Here and there clumps of fallen and dead wood of the winter before, set on fire by the shells, were burning slowly.

The smoke from so much firing drifted in vast banks of vapor through the forest.

The air was filled with bitter odors.
Harry felt a sensation of awe and terror, not terror inspired by man, but of the unknown or uncontrolled forces that drive men to meet one another in such deadly combat.