THE column that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the roadway was barely out of the youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and down through the fields.He knew at once that the steel fibers had been washed from their hearts.
They were bursting from their coats and their equipments as from entanglements.They charged down upon him like terrified buffaloes.
Behind them blue smoke curled and clouded above the treetops, and through the thickets he could sometimes see a distant pink glare.The voices of the cannon were clamoring in intermi-nable chorus.
The youth was horrorstricken.He stared in agony and amazement.He forgot that he was engaged in combating the universe.He threw aside his mental pamphlets on the philoso-phy of the retreated and rules for the guidance of the damned.
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The fight was lost.The dragons were com-ing with invincible strides.The army, helpless in the matted thickets and blinded by the over-hanging night, was going to be swallowed.War, the red animal, war, the blood-swollen god, would have bloated fill.
Within him something bade to cry out.He had the impulse to make a rallying speech, to sing a battle hymn, but he could only get his tongue to call into the air: "Why--why--what--what 's th' matter?"Soon he was in the midst of them.They were leaping and scampering all about him.
Their blanched faces shone in the dusk.They seemed, for the most part, to be very burly men.
The youth turned from one to another of them as they galloped along.His incoherent questions were lost.They were heedless of his appeals.
They did not seem to see him.
They sometimes gabbled insanely.One huge man was asking of the sky: "Say, where de plank road? Where de plank road!" It was as if he had lost a child.He wept in his pain and dismay.
Presently, men were running hither and thither in all ways.The artillery booming, forward, rearward, and on the flanks made jumble of ideas of direction.Landmarks had vanished into the gathered gloom.The youth began to imagine that he had got into the center of the tremendous quarrel, and he could perceive no way out of it.From the mouths of the fleeing men came a thousand wild questions, but no one made answers.
The youth, after rushing about and throwing interrogations at the heedless bands of retreating infantry, finally clutched a man by the arm.They swung around face to face.
"Why--why--" stammered the youth strug-
gling with his balking tongue.
The man screamed: "Let go me! Let go me!" His face was livid and his eyes were roll-ing uncontrolled.He was heaving and panting.
He still grasped his rifle, perhaps having for-gotten to release his hold upon it.He tugged frantically, and the youth being compelled to lean forward was dragged several paces.
"Let go me! Let go me!"
"Why--why--" stuttered the youth.
"Well, then!" bawled the man in a lurid rage.He adroitly and fiercely swung his rifle.
It crushed upon the youth's head.The man ran on.
The youth's fingers had turned to paste upon the other's arm.The energy was smitten from his muscles.He saw the flaming wings of light-ning flash before his vision.There was a deaf-ening rumble of thunder within his head.
Suddenly his legs seemed to die.He sank writhing to the ground.He tried to arise.In his efforts against the numbing pain he was like a man wrestling with a creature of the air.
There was a sinister struggle.
Sometimes he would achieve a position half erect, battle with the air for a moment, and then fall again, grabbing at the grass.His face was of a clammy pallor.Deep groans were wrenched from him.
At last, with a twisting movement, he got upon his hands and knees, and from thence, like a babe trying to walk, to his feet.Pressing his hands to his temples he went lurching over the grass.
He fought an intense battle with his body.
His dulled senses wished him to swoon and he opposed them stubbornly, his mind portraying unknown dangers and mutilations if he should fall upon the field.He went tall soldier fashion.
He imagined secluded spots where he could fall and be unmolested.To search for one he strove against the tide of his pain.
Once he put his hand to the top of his head and timidly touched the wound.The scratching pain of the contact made him draw a long breath through his clinched teeth.His fingers were dabbled with blood.He regarded them with a fixed stare.
Around him he could hear the grumble of jolted cannon as the scurrying horses were lashed toward the front.Once, a young officer on a besplashed charger nearly ran him down.He turned and watched the mass of guns, men, and horses sweeping in a wide curve toward a gap in a fence.The officer was making excited motions with a gauntleted hand.The guns followed the teams with an air of unwillingness, of being dragged by the heels.
Some officers of the scattered infantry were cursing and railing like fishwives.Their scold-ing voices could be heard above the din.Into the unspeakable jumble in the roadway rode a squadron of cavalry.The faded yellow of their facings shone bravely.There was a mighty altercation.
The artillery were assembling as if for a con-ference.
The blue haze of evening was upon the field.
The lines of forest were long purple shadows.
One cloud lay along the western sky partly smothering the red.
As the youth left the scene behind him, he heard the guns suddenly roar out.He imagined them shaking in black rage.They belched and howled like brass devils guarding a gate.The soft air was filled with the tremendous remon-strance.With it came the shattering peal of opposing infantry.Turning to look behind him, he could see sheets of orange light illumine the shadowy distance.There were subtle and sudden lightnings in the far air.At times he thought he could see heaving masses of men.
