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A great cyclorama quickened in his presence, and winds rose, and dust set sail, and there were shots in sprays and cannonades, and he saw gutted horses fall and thrash, dying on the run, and men ran too, and other men pursued them, and there were some, a few, who merely drifted with the smoke, smoke themselves, and expresses of canister passed, and beelines of lead stopped in heads, in tripes, in the trunks of trees.