They turned an immense fire upon the point where stood Sherman and McClernand, now united by imminent peril.

Their ranks were searched by shot and shell, and the bullets whizzed among them like a continuous swarm of hornets.
Dick was still unwounded, but so much smoke and vapor had drifted about his face that he was compelled at times to rub his eyes that he might see.

He felt a certain dizziness, too, and he did not know whether the incessant roaring in his ears came wholly from the cannon and rifle fire or partly from the pounding of his blood.
"I feel that we are shaking," he shouted in the ears of Warner, who lay next to him.

"I'm afraid we're going to give ground." "I feel it, too," Warner shouted back.

"We've been here for hours, but we're shot to pieces.