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"Look at them scurrying! It's burning! Just see the smoke! Fine!

Grand! Look at the smoke, the smoke!" exclaimed the artillerymen,

brightening up.

All the guns, without waiting for orders, were being fired in the

direction of the conflagration. As if urging each other on, the

soldiers cried at each shot: "Fine! That's good! Look at it...

Grand!" The fire, fanned by the breeze, was rapidly spreading.

The French columns that had advanced beyond the village went

back; but as though in revenge for this failure, the enemy placed

ten guns to the right of the village and began firing them at

Tushin's battery.