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CHAPTER NINETEEN
The youth stared at the land in front of him. Its foliage now
seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware of the machinery
of orders that started the charge, although from the corners of his
eyes he saw an officer, who looked like a boy a-horseback, come
galloping, waving his hat. Suddenly he felt a straining and heaving
among the men. The line fell slowly forward like a toppling wall,
and, with a convulsive gasp that was intended for a cheer, the
regiment began its journey. The youth was pushed and jostled for a
moment before he understood the movement at all, but directly he
lunged ahead and began to run.
He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump of trees
where he had concluded the enemy were to be met, and he ran toward
it as toward a goal. He had believed throughout that it was a mere
question of getting over an unpleasant matter as quickly as
possible, and he ran desperately, as if pursued for a murder. His
face was drawn hard and tight with the stress of his endeavor. His
eyes were fixed in a lurid glare. And with his soiled and
disordered dress, his red and inflamed features surmounted by the
dingy rag with its spot of blood, his wildly swinging rifle and
banging accouterments, he looked to be an insane soldier.
As the regiment swung from its position out into a cleared
space the woods and thickets before it awakened. Yellow flames
leaped toward it from many directions. The forest made a tremendous
objection.
The line lurched straight for a moment. Then the right wing
swung forward; it in turn was surpassed by the left. Afterward the
center careered to the front until the regiment was a wedge-shaped
mass, but an instant later the opposition of the bushes, trees, and
uneven places on the ground split the command and scattered it into
detached clusters.
The youth, light-footed, was unconsciously in advance. His
eyes still kept note of the clump of trees. From all places near it
the clannish yell of the enemy could be heard. The little flames of
rifles leaped from it. The song of the bullets was in the air and
shells snarled among the tree-tops. One tumbled directly into the
middle of a hurrying group and exploded in crimson fury. There was
an instant's spectacle of a man, almost over it, throwing up his
hands to shield his eyes.
Other men, punched by bullets, fell in grotesque agonies. The
regiment left a coherent trail of bodies.
They had passed into a clearer atmosphere. There was an effect
like a revelation in the new appearance of the landscape. Some men
working madly at a battery were plain to them, and the opposing
infantry's lines were defined by the gray walls and fringes of
smoke.
It seemed to the youth that he saw everything. Each blade of
the green grass was bold and clear. He thought that he was aware of
every change in the thin, transparent vapor that floated idly in
sheets. The brown or gray trunks of the trees showed each roughness
of their surfaces. And the men of the regiment, with their starting
eyes and sweating faces, running madly, or falling, as if thrown
headlong, to queer, heaped-up corpses---all were comprehended. His
mind took a mechanical but firm impression, so that afterward
everything was pictured and explained to him, save why he himself
was there.
But there was a frenzy made from this furious rush. The men,
pitching forward insanely, had burst into cheerings, mob-like and
barbaric, but tuned in strange keys that can arouse the dullard and
the stoic. It made a mad enthusiasm that, it seemed, would be
incapable of checking itself before granite and brass. There was
the delirium that encounters despair and death, and is heedless and
blind to the odds. It is a temporary but sublime absence of
selfishness. And because it was of this order was the reason,
perhaps, why the youth wondered, afterward, what reasons he could
have had for being there.
Presently the straining pace ate up the energies of the men.
As if by agreement, the leaders began to slacken their speed. The
volleys directed against them had had a seeming wind-like effect.
The regiment snorted and blew. Among some stolid trees it began to
falter and hesitate. The men, staring intently, began to wait for
some of the distant walls of smoke to move and disclose to them the
scene. Since much of their strength and their breath had vanished,
they returned to caution. They were become men again.
The youth had a vague belief that he had run miles, and he
thought, in a way, that he was now in some new and unknown land.
The moment the regiment ceased its advance the protesting
splutter of musketry became a steadied roar. Long and accurate
fringes of smoke spread out. From the top of a small hill came
level belchings of yellow flame that caused an inhuman whistling in
the air.
The men, halted, had opportunity to see some of their comrades
dropping with moans and shrieks. A few lay under foot, still or
wailing. And now for an instant the men stood, their rifles slack
in their hands, and watched the regiment dwindle. They appeared
dazed and stupid. This spectacle seemed to paralyze them, overcome
them with a fatal fascination. They stared woodenly at the sights,
and, lowering their eyes, looked from face to face. It was a
strange pause, and a strange silence.
Then, above the sounds of the outside commotion, arose the
roar of the lieutenant. He strode suddenly forth, his infantile
features black with rage.
"Come on, you fools!" he bellowed. "Come on! You can't stay
here. You must come on." He said more, but much of it could not be
understood.
He started rapidly forward, with his head turned toward the
men. "Come on," he was shouting. The men stared with blank and
yokel-like eyes at him. He was obliged to halt and retrace his
steps. He stood then with his back to the enemy and delivered
gigantic curses into the faces of the men. His body vibrated from
the weight and force of his imprecations. And he could string oaths
with the facility of a maiden who strings beads.
The friend of the youth aroused. Lurching suddenly forward and
dropping to his knees, he fired an angry shot at the persistent
woods. This action awakened the men. They huddled no more like
sheep. They seemed suddenly to bethink them of their weapons, and
at once commenced firing. Belabored by their officers, they began
to move forward. The regiment, involved like a cart involved in mud
and muddle, started unevenly with many jolts and jerks. The men
stopped now every few paces to fire and load, and in this manner
moved slowly on from trees to trees.
The flaming opposition in their front grew with their advance
until it seemed that all forward ways were barred by the thin
leaping tongues, and off to the right an ominous demonstration
could sometimes be dimly discerned. The smoke lately generated was
in confusing clouds that made it difficult for the regiment to
proceed with intelligence. As he passed through each curling mass
the youth wondered what would confront him on the farther side.
The command went painfully forward until an open space
interposed between them and the lurid lines. Here, crouching and
cowering behind some trees, the men clung with desperation, as if
threatened by a wave. They looked wild-eyed and as if amazed at
this furious disturbance they had stirred. In the storm there was
an ironical expression of their importance. The faces of the men
too showed a lack of a certain feeling of responsibility for being
there. It was as if they had been driven. It was the dominant
animal failing to remember in the supreme moments the forceful
causes of various superficial qualities. The whole affair seemed
incomprehensible to many of them.
As they halted thus the lieutenant again began to bellow
profanely. Regardless of the vindictive threats of the bullets, he
went about coaxing, berating, and bedamning. His lips, that were
habitually in a soft and childlike curve, were now writhed into
unholy contortions. He swore by all possible deities.
Once he grabbed the youth by the arm. "Come on you lunkhead!"
he roared. "Come on! We'll all get killed if we stay here. We've
only got to go across that lot. And then---" The remainder of his
idea disappeared in a blue haze of curses.
The youth stretched forth his arm. "Cross there?" His mouth
was puckered in doubt and awe.
"Certainly. Just across the lot! We can't stay here," screamed
the lieutenant. He poked his face close to the youth and waved his
bandaged hand. "Come on!" Presently he grappled with him as if for
a wrestling bout. It was as if he planned to drag the youth by the
ear on to the assault.
The private felt a sudden unspeakable indignation against his
officer. He wrenched fiercely and shook him off.
"Come on yourself, then," he yelled. There was a bitter
challenge in his voice.
They galloped together down the regimental front. The friend
scrambled after them. In front of the colors the three men began to
bawl: "Come on! come on!" They danced and gyrated like tortured
savages.
The flag, obedient to these appeals, bent its glittering form
and swept toward them. The men wavered in indecision for a moment,
and then with a long, wailful cry the dilapidated regiment surged
forward and began its new journey.
Over the field went the scurrying mass. It was a handful of
men splattered into the faces of the enemy. Toward it instantly
sprang the yellow tongues. A vast quantity of blue smoke hung
before them. A mighty banging made ears valueless.
The youth ran like a madman to reach the woods before a bullet
could discover him. He ducked his head low, like a football player.
In his haste his eyes almost closed, and the scene was a wild blur.
Pulsating saliva stood at the corners of his mouth.
Within him, as he hurled himself forward, was born a love, a
despairing fondness for this flag which was near him. It was a
creation of beauty and invulnerability. It was a goddess, radiant,
that bent its form with an imperious gesture to him. It was a
woman, red and white, hating and loving, that called him with the
voice of his hopes. Because no harm could come to it he endowed it
with power. He kept near, as if it could be a saver of lives, and
an imploring cry went from his mind.
In the mad scramble he was aware that the color sergeant
flinched suddenly, as if struck by a bludgeon. He faltered, and
then became motionless, save for his quivering knees.
He made a spring and a clutch at the pole. At the same instant
his friend grabbed it from the other side. They jerked at it stout
and furious, but the color sergeant was dead, and the corpse would
not relinquish its trust. For a moment there was a grim encounter.
The dead man, swinging with bent back, seemed to be obstinately
tugging, in ludicrous and awful ways, for the possession of the
flag.
It was past in an instant of time. They wrenched the flag
furiously from the dead man, and, as they turned again, the corpse
swayed forward with bowed head. One arm swung high, and the curved
hand fell with heavy protest on the friend's unheeding shoulder.