These were admired in the lump.
This superstition made me smile.

But the general of the division himself appeared in almost sacred isolation.

The tabs and thunderbolts[1] and stripes of his satellites glittered at a respectful distance only.

Then it seemed to me that I was face to face with Fate itself--the will of this man.

In his presence a sort of instinct dazzled me.
[Footnote 1: Distinctive badge for Staff officers and others .-- Tr.] "Packs up! Forward!" We took back upon our hips and neck the knapsack which had the shape and the weight of a yoke, which every minute that falls on it weighs down more dourly.