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bullets and the groans of dying men, and smoke
so thick you could n't see the flags! "
 The Sergeant liked to think of it all sometimes,
and the rattling gallop of the drums, and the
fierce Spanish faces. But not often. It is better
to sleep in the sunshine, or watch the pomp of
sea and sky at the sunset gun.
















 It is curious how little distinct admiration,
how little keen individual delight, is felt in
watching these gorgeous skies when the sun
sets; or, later, in listening to the silver mys-