Give me your hand; this smoke is horrible.
Everything is on fire, I think.

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Hurry, Letty!" She stumbled, half suffocated, but Letty kept her hand fast and guided her to the outer air.
A company of cavalry, riding hard, passed in a whirlwind of dust.
After them, clanking, thudding, pounding, tore a battery, horses on a dead run, The west wing of the seminary was on fire; billows of sooty smoke rolled across the roof and blew downward over the ground where the forms of soldiers could be seen toiling to and fro with buckets.
Infantry now began to arrive, crowding the main road on the double quick, mounted officers cantering ahead.