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chapter-188		chapter-188			.txt	text/plain	398	21	82	The skirmishers begin, they crawl cautiously ahead, I hear the irregular snap! snap! I hear the sounds of the different missiles, the short t-h-t! I see the shells exploding leaving small white clouds, I hear the The grape like the hum and whirr of wind through the trees, All the scenes at the batteries rise in detail before me again, the right time, Elsewhere I hear the cry of a regiment charging, (the young colonel leads himself this time with brandishd sword,) I breathe the suffocating smoke, then the flat clouds hover low While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my ears And ever the hastening of infantry shifting positions, batteries, (The falling, dying, I heed not, the wounded dripping and red heed not, some to the rear are hobbling,) (these in my vision I hear or see,)	./cache/chapter-188.txt	./txt/chapter-188.txt