There, as when a turbulent river empties into a bay, the force of the current subsided, and she was dropped like silt.

The cowardly ones, hatless and weaponless, ran off toward the pike, but the greater portion halted, formed in line, called for their comrades to join them, and sent for more cartridges.
Almost dropping with fatigue, Rachel made her way to a pile of cracker-boxes by an Osage-orange hedge, on a knoll, and sat down.

Some fragments of hard-bread, dropped on the trampled sod while rations were being issued, lay around.

She was so hungry that she picked up one or two that were hardly soiled, and nibbled them.
The dreadful clamor of battle grew louder continually.

The musketry had swollen into a sullen roar, with the artillery pulsating high above it.