The Little Regiment by Stephen Crane
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said: "Shut up, will you?"
Afterward the men would not allow this moody contemplation of the fire to be interrupted. "Oh, let him alone, can't you?" "Come away from there, Casey!" "Say, can't you leave him be?" They moved with reverence about the immovable figure, with its countenance of mask-like invulnerability. VII After the red round eye of the sun had stared long at the little plain and its burden, darkness, a sable mercy, came heavily upon it, and the wan hands of the dead were no longer seen in strange frozen gestures. The heights in front of the plain shone with tiny camp-fires, and from the town in the rear, small shimmerings ascended from the blazes of the bivouac. The plain was a black expanse upon which, from time to time, dots of light, lanterns, floated slowly here and there. These fields were long steeped in grim mystery. |
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