But I have never heard anything at all like it from sunrise to sunset.

But, after all, an artillery fire is more frightening than dangerous, except at comparatively close quarters.
The enemy must have fired at least fifty shots for every man that was hit.

I counted several times, and there were fully a hundred shots a minute, and I don't think it lessened much the whole day.

I should think they must have fired two or three hundred rounds at least from each gun.
The roar was incessant, and what with the din they made, and the replies of our own artillery, and the bursting of shells, and the rattle of musketry, the din at times was almost bewildering.

Wildfire was hit with a piece of shell, but fortunately it was not a very large one, and he is not much the worse for it, but the shock knocked him off his legs; of course I went down with him, and thought for a moment I had been hit myself.