Some seem numbed and dazed; others develop an acute hysteria.
"Highly interesting, is it not?
Listen then; here is something even more interesting: Within an inclosed space, where there is a roof to hold in the gas generated by the explosion or where there are reasonably high walls, the man who escapes being torn apart in the instant of impact, or who escapes being crushed to death by collapsing masonry, or killed by flying fragments, is exceedingly likely to choke to death as he lies temporarily paralyzed and helpless from the shock.

I was at Liege and again here, and I know from my own observations that this is true.

At Liege particularly many of the garrison were caught and penned up in underground casements, and there we found them afterward dead, but with no marks of wounds upon them--they had been asphyxiated." I suppose in times of peace the speaker was a reasonably kind man and reasonably regardful of the rights of his fellowmen.

Certainly he was most courteous to us and most considerate; but he described this slaughter-pit scene with the enthusiasm of one who was a partner in a most creditable and worthy enterprise.
Immediately about Des Sarts stood many telegraph poles in a row, for here the road, which was the main road from Paris to Brussels, curved close up under the grass-covered bastions.

All the telegraph wires had been cut, and they dangled about the bases of the poles in snarled tangles like love vines.