CHAPTER 11.
He became aware that the furnace roar of the battle was growing louder.
Great blown clouds had floated to the still heights of air before him.
The noise, too, was approaching.

The woods filtered men and the fields became dotted.
As he rounded a hillock, he perceived that the roadway was now a crying mass of wagons, teams, and men.

From the heaving tangle issued exhortations, commands, imprecations.

Fear was sweeping it all along.
The cracking whips bit and horses plunged and tugged.

The white-topped wagons strained and stumbled in their exertions like fat sheep.
The youth felt comforted in a measure by this sight.