The level sheets of flame developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the mild wind near the ground for a moment, and then rolled through the ranks as through a gate.

The clouds were tinged an earthlike yellow in the sunrays and in the shadow were a sorry blue.

The flag was sometimes eaten and lost in this mass of vapor, but more often it projected, sun-touched, resplendent.
Into the youth's eyes there came a look that one can see in the orbs of a jaded horse.

His neck was quivering with nervous weakness and the muscles of his arms felt numb and bloodless.

His hands, too, seemed large and awkward as if he was wearing invisible mittens.