At other times machine-guns, big guns dragged by tractors, and provision cars with pyramids of sacks and boxes, blocked their road.
On all sides were thousands and thousands of soldiers of different colors and races.

The captain recalled the great invasions of history--Xerxes, Alexander, Genghis-Khan, all the leaders of men who had made their advance carrying villages _en masse_ behind their horses, transforming the servants of the earth into fighters.

There lacked only the soldierly women, the swarms of children, to complete exactly the resemblance to the martial exoduses of the past.
In half an hour more he was able to embrace his nephew, who was with two other volunteers, an Andulasian and a South American,--the three united by brotherhood of birth and by their continual familiarity with death.
Ferragut took them to the canteen of a trader established near the cantonment.

The customers were seated under a sail-cloth awning before boxes that had contained munitions and were converted into office tables.

This discomfort was surpassed by the prices.