You must remember that never in his life had he seen big shelling, and was now being landed in the thick of a first-class show without any preparation.

He said he felt cold in his stomach, and very wishful to run away, if there had been anywhere to run to.

But he kept on to the crest of the ridge, over which a big glow was broadening like sunrise.

He tripped once over a wire, which he took for some kind of snare, and after that went very warily.

By and by he got his face between two boulders and looked over into the true battle-field.
He told me it was exactly what the predikant used to say that Hell would be like.