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"
Grapeshot
!
"
the
senior
shouted
,
without
answering
the
question
,
looking
over
the
wall
of
the
trench
.
Suddenly
something
happened
:
the
young
officer
gave
a
gasp
and
bending
double
sat
down
on
the
ground
like
a
bird
shot
on
the
wing
.
Everything
became
strange
,
confused
,
and
misty
in
Pierre
's
eyes
.
One
cannon
ball
after
another
whistled
by
and
struck
the
earthwork
,
a
soldier
,
or
a
gun
.
Pierre
,
who
had
not
noticed
these
sounds
before
,
now
heard
nothing
else
.
On
the
right
of
the
battery
soldiers
shouting
"
Hurrah
!
"
were
running
not
forwards
but
backwards
,
it
seemed
to
Pierre
.
A
cannon
ball
struck
the
very
end
of
the
earth
work
by
which
he
was
standing
,
crumbling
down
the
earth
;
a
black
ball
flashed
before
his
eyes
and
at
the
same
instant
plumped
into
something
.
Some
militiamen
who
were
entering
the
battery
ran
back
.
"
All
with
grapeshot
!
"
shouted
the
officer
.
The
sergeant
ran
up
to
the
officer
and
in
a
frightened
whisper
informed
him
(
as
a
butler
at
dinner
informs
his
master
that
there
is
no
more
of
some
wine
asked
for
)
that
there
were
no
more
charges
.
"
The
scoundrels
!
What
are
they
doing
?
"
shouted
the
officer
,
turning
to
Pierre
.
The
officer
's
face
was
red
and
perspiring
and
his
eyes
glittered
under
his
frowning
brow
.
"
Run
to
the
reserves
and
bring
up
the
ammunition
boxes
!
"
he
yelled
,
angrily
avoiding
Pierre
with
his
eyes
and
speaking
to
his
men
.
"
I
'll
go
,
"
said
Pierre
