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The Battle Of The Sand Belt |
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"What is that?" "What is what?" "That thing yonder." "What thing -- where?" "There beyond you a little piece -- dark something -- a dull shape of some kind -- against the second fence." I gazed and he gazed. I said: "Could it be a man, Clarence?" "No, I think not. If you notice, it looks a lit -- why, it IS a man! -- leaning on the fence." "I certainly believe it is; let us go and see." We crept along on our hands and knees until we were pretty close, and then looked up. Yes, it was a man -- a dim great figure in armor, standing erect, with both hands on the upper wire -- and, of course, there was a smell of burning flesh. Poor fellow, dead as a door-nail, and never knew what hurt him. He stood there like a statue -- no motion about him, except that his plumes swished about a little in the night wind. We rose up and looked in through the bars of his visor, but couldn't make out whether we knew him or not -- features too dim and shadowed. |
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