"'Volunteers to go out of the trenches!' cried Sergeant La Croix,
in a stentorian voice, standing erect as a poker, and swelling
with importance.
"There were fifty offers in less than as many seconds.
"'Only twelve allowed to go,' said the Sergeant; 'and I am one,'
added he, adroitly inserting himself.
"A gun was taken down, placed on a carriage, and posted near
Death's Alley, but out of the line of fire.
"The Colonel himself superintended the loading of this gun; and to
the surprise of his men had the shot weighed first, and then
weighed out the powder himself.
"He then waited quietly a long time, till the bastion pitched one
of its periodical shots into Death's Alley; but no sooner had the
shot struck, and sent the sand flying past the two lanes of
curious noses, than Colonel Dujardin jumped upon the gun and waved
his cocked hat. At this preconcerted signal, his battery opened
fire on the bastion, and the battery to his right hand opened on
the wall that fronted them; and the Colonel gave the word to run
the gun out of the trenches.
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