1 The blunt head of the column pushed.
2 The reformed brigade, in column, aimed through a wood at the road.
3 Presently the calm head of a forward-going column of infantry appeared in the road.
4 When another night came, the columns, changed to purple streaks, filed across two pontoon bridges.
5 At nightfall the column broke into regimental pieces, and the fragments went into the fields to camp.
6 They tumbled teams about with a fine feeling that it was no matter so long as their column got to the front in time.
7 The haste of the column to reach the battle seemed to the forlorn young man to be something much finer than stout fighting.
8 The music of the trampling feet, the sharp voices, the clanking arms of the column near him made him soar on the red wings of war.
9 Before the gray mists had been totally obliterated by the sun rays, the regiment was marching in a spread column that was retiring carefully through the woods.
10 The column that had butted stoutly at the obstacles in the roadway was barely out of the youth's sight before he saw dark waves of men come sweeping out of the woods and down through the fields.
11 When the sunrays at last struck full and mellowingly upon the earth, the youth saw that the landscape was streaked with two long, thin, black columns which disappeared on the brow of a hill in front and rearward vanished in a wood.