Then the clay and its thousand barren ruts, these corpse-like fields, fell away.

Under the ashen tints of early day, fog-banks of men descended the slopes.

From the top I saw nearly the whole regiment rolling into the deeps.

As once of an evening in the days gone by, I had a perception of the multitude's immensity and the threat of its might, that might which surpasses all and is impelled by invisible mandates.
We stopped and drew breath again; and on the gloomy edge of this gulf some soldiers even amused themselves by inciting Termite to speak of militarism and anti-militarism.

I saw faces which laughed, through their black and woeful pattern of fatigue, around the little man who gesticulated in impotence.