The Story of the Maine Thirteenth

The air seemed all alive with the sounds of various projectiles; from the spiteful, cat-like spit of the buckshot, the "pouf" of the old-fashioned musket-ball and the “pee-ee-zing" of the minie bullet, to the roar of the ordinary shell and the "whoot-er-whoot-er-whoot "of the Whitworth, “mortar-pestle"; while the shrieks of wounded men and ... ................
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