"They are wasting their powder.
There are many men there and some among them are Germans, but they are all dead men." He offered to show me some live men, and took me to one of the telescopes and aimed the barrel of it in the proper direction while I focused for distance.

Suddenly out of the blur of the lens there sprang up in front of me, seemingly quite close, a zigzagging toy trench cut in the face of a little hillock.

This trench was full of gray figures of the size of very small dolls.

They were moving aimlessly back and forth, it seemed to me, doing nothing at all.
Then I saw another trench that ran slantwise up the hillock and it contained more of the pygmies.

A number of these pygmies came out of their trench--I could see them quite plainly, clambering up the steep wall of it--and they moved, very slowly it would seem, toward the crosswise trench on ahead a bit.