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"
Now
,
all
together
!
But
wait
a
moment
,
boys
...
With
a
song
!
"
All
stood
silent
,
and
a
soft
,
pleasant
velvety
voice
began
to
sing
.
At
the
end
of
the
third
verse
as
the
last
note
died
away
,
twenty
voices
roared
out
at
once
:
"
Oo-oo-oo-oo
!
That
's
it
.
All
together
!
Heave
away
,
boys
!
...
"
but
despite
their
united
efforts
the
wattle
hardly
moved
,
and
in
the
silence
that
followed
the
heavy
breathing
of
the
men
was
audible
.
"
Here
,
you
of
the
Sixth
Company
!
Devils
that
you
are
!
Lend
a
hand
...
will
you
?
You
may
want
us
one
of
these
days
.
"
Some
twenty
men
of
the
Sixth
Company
who
were
on
their
way
into
the
village
joined
the
haulers
,
and
the
wattle
wall
,
which
was
about
thirty-five
feet
long
and
seven
feet
high
,
moved
forward
along
the
village
street
,
swaying
,
pressing
upon
and
cutting
the
shoulders
of
the
gasping
men
.
"
Get
along
...
Falling
?
What
are
you
stopping
for
?
There
now
...
"
Merry
senseless
words
of
abuse
flowed
freely
.
"
What
are
you
up
to
?
"
suddenly
came
the
authoritative
voice
of
a
sergeant
major
who
came
upon
the
men
who
were
hauling
their
burden
.
"
There
are
gentry
here
;
the
general
himself
is
in
that
hut
,
and
you
foul-mouthed
devils
,
you
brutes
,
I
'll
give
it
to
you
!
"
shouted
he
,
hitting
the
first
man
who
came
in
his
way
a
swinging
blow
on
the
back
.
"
Ca
n't
you
make
less
noise
?
"
The
men
became
silent
.
The
soldier
who
had
been
struck
groaned
and
wiped
his
face
,
which
had
been
scratched
till
it
bled
by
his
falling
against
the
wattle
.
"
There
,
how
that
devil
hits
out
!
He
's
made
my
face
all
bloody
,
"
said
he
in
a
frightened
whisper
when
the
sergeant
major
had
passed
on
.
