"Hit him with a stick." There were crows and catcalls showered upon him when he retreated without the horse.

The regiment rejoiced at his downfall.

Loud and vociferous congratulations were showered upon the maiden, who stood panting and regarding the troops with defiance.
At nightfall the column broke into regimental pieces, and the fragments went into the fields to camp.

Tents sprang up like strange plants.
Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.
The youth kept from intercourse with his companions as much as circumstances would allow him.

In the evening he wandered a few paces into the gloom.