lying dead or wounded-and the furious firing took on a fresh impetus.  If the whole battalion was not to be destroyed, it must speedily get under cover.  So, running some hundred and fifty yards to the right, they threw themselves into an apparently deep sandpit, and there they lay directly opposite to the factory.  During these few minutes the facade, still vomiting fire, bellowed and poured out bullets like hailstones against the sixty men in the sandpit, doing murderous work.

Hardly giving themselves time to take breath, the brave men began to fire steadily at the factory, which up till now appeared, in spite of its nearness, to be very little damaged.  The enemy were there completely enveloped from sight, and a lurid red flame through the cloud of smoke was the only guide for the German shot.  So the fighting lasted for some time, till an adjutant sprang from over the field behind, which he had reached by a circuitous way, bringing from the commander-in-chief the questions as to what was going on, and why were they there.  The major pointed with his sword at the factory, and said

“We must have artillery against this.”

“There is none here to have,” answered the adjutant.

The major shrugged his shoulders, and gave the command for the Fifth company to storm the factory.  While they prepared themselves to leave the sandpit the German firing stopped, and almost at the same time, the French.  The enemy could now see what was going on outside, for at this moment the cloud of smoke became less dense.  The company broke out of the sandpit, and with the flag of the battalion gallantly waving over them rushed madly toward the door of the factory, while the men who were left behind tried by a furious fire to support their comrades and to confuse the enemy.  The strange silence had lasted forty or fifty seconds, probably till the Germans had given some idea of their intentions.  This bit of time allowed the storming party to gain, without loss, the middle of the space which separated them from their object, the intoxication of victory began to possess them, and they gave a cheer which rang with the exultant sound of triumph.  Again the crashing din began, as terribly as before, it was an uninterrupted sound like the howling of a hurricane, in which no single report or salvo could be distinguished; the whole building seemed to flame at once from the top to the bottom in one red glow, and the bullets flew and whistled in such a confusing mass, that it seemed as if the heavens were opened and it rained balls, a dozen for every four square foot of earth, and the men felt that they must be prepared for repeated attacks of the same description, one after the other without stopping.  In but a few seconds half of the company lay on the ground, and the colors had disappeared among the fallen.  Those who remained standing seemed for a short time as if stunned.  A few, acting on the instinct of self-preservation, fled almost