Magnified by its lift against the sky and by the soldier’s testifying sense of the . He was a civilian, if one might judge from his dress which was that of a planter. Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. Ambrose Bierce. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, by Ambrose Bierce .au/b/bierce/ambrose/tales-of-soldiers-and-civilians/contents.
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He was grasping the hilt of his drawn sword so tightly that it hurt him. Oct 23, Eb Daniels rated it it was amazing.
In one of them near by, civiliams at the roadside, his eye fell upon an object which he had not previously observed. He had no wish to perfect his escape, was content to remain in that enchanting spot until retaken.
The black bodies of the great trees formed a straight wall on both sides, terminating on the horizon in a point, like a diagram in a lesson in perspective. They used their hands only, dragging their legs. The water roared in his ears like the voice of Niagara, yet he heard the dulled thunder of the volley, and, rising again toward the surface, met shining bits of metal, singularly flattened, oscillating slowly downward.
But this would defeat his object. He gave the struggle his attention, as an idler might observe the feat of a juggler, without interest in the outcome.
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The tension of nerve and brain was too severe; nature came to his relief with intervals of unconsciousness. If I rightly understand the general, he directs that you bring up a gun and engage them. He began to tremble again. Bierce intends to unsettle his readers in order to drive home his point.
Reviving from one of these, he became sensible of a sharp, smarting pain in his right hand, and when he worked his fingers together, or rubbed his palm with them, he could feel that they were wet and slippery. In silhouette against the sky, the profile of the horse was cut with the sharpness of a cameo; it looked across the heights of air to the confronting cliffs beyond.
It was a pass, and through it ran a turnpike, which, reaching this highest point in its course by biece sinuous ascent through a thin forest, made a similar, though less steep, descent toward the enemy. The forest extended without a break toward the front, so solemn and silent that only by an effort of the imagination could it be conceived as populous with armed men, alert and vigilant a forest formidable with possibilities of battle.
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A minor form of despair, disguised as a virtue. The lips, too, were white, like those of a stage negro. Their valor was not the fury of the non-combatant; they have no voice in the thunder of the civilians and the shouting.
He closed his eyes in order to fix abmrose last thoughts upon his wife and children.
Figures of prostrate men and horses were plainly visible. It appeared to be none of my business. He wondered what it was, and whether immeasurably distant or near by—it seemed both.
Jul 19, Stewart rated it really liked it. My interest in Bierce has grown over the years. What we inherit as a superstition our barbarous ambrise must have held as a reasonable conviction. A moment later the general rode away, followed by his staff and escort.
It was Captain Coulter. Being men, they were not terrible, though some of them were unfamiliarly clad. Cuando digo que se nota que el autor fue combatiente lo digo por la cruda humanidad con la que trata la guerra.
He had not known that he lived in so wild a region.
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Bifrce, those many, many needless dead! But this time his aim was at the horse. It has19 0f his short stories, and a good bit of other newspaper articles he wrote. I found her in a handsome dwelling on Rincon Hill. A fitting ending that could have been taken directly from one of his stories. There were no commands; in that awful environment of whooping shot, exploding shells, shrieking fragments of iron, and flying splinters of wood, none solxiers have been heard.
I discovered an ancient edition of “In the Midst of Life” in our public library while I was still a high school student and he has been one of my favorite authors ever since.
His head was as rigidly fixed as in a vice; he could move his spldiers, his chin—no more. Now, I don’t read a lot of these, because they always manage to disappoint me to some degree Officers, if officers there were, were indistinguishable; all worked together—each while he lasted—governed by the eye. The man rose to his knees, the child to his feet.
He ran about collecting fuel, but every object that he found was too heavy for him to cast in from the distance to taes the heat limited his approach. His first feeling was a keen artistic delight.
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The bugler had dashed down the road in the opposite direction at headlong speed and disappeared behind a wood. Winters, whom I shall always hate for it, has been telling that hierce some battle in Virginia, where he got his hurt, you were seen crouching behind a tree. The water, touched to gold by the early sun, the brooding mists under the banks at some distance down the stream, the fort, the soldiers, the piece of drift—all had distracted him. He felt very comfortable, though he hardly gave the fact a thought, so intently did he listen for any sound from the front which might have a menacing significance—a shout, a shot, or the footfall of one of his sergeants coming to apprise him of something worth knowing.
It is as easy to dodge ambfose volley as a single shot. He recognized the blazing building as his own home! But of that they got enough: If the enemy has not retreated he is in force on that ridge.