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enemy.

Soldiers wish according to their hopes and their hopes are facts enough for the moments, unless disaster disproves them.

To us the twelve pounder is safe.
Hark!
The tread of many feet.
Listen!
The clear clomp of hoofs!
The clunk of wheels, and the grinding crush of them as they pass over the hardness and the [indecipherable] of the road.
The distinct clink of chains.
The squeeze and crack of leather
The shuffle and weeze and wobble of baggage
The clash of metal
The tread of feet
The tramps of feet
The shuffle and the drag of feet
The [indecipherable] of a house
the weird complaint of a male
a unuttered curse
a half laugh

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