1 The din in front swelled to a tremendous chorus.
2 The men were going forward to the heart of the din.
3 Their scolding voices could be heard above the din.
4 The din became crescendo, like the roar of an oncoming train.
5 To those in the midst of it it became a din fitted to the universe.
6 A flag, ruffled and fierce, waved over them and their rifles dinned fiercely.
7 In the hearing of this present din he was doubtful if he had seen real battle scenes.
8 If the din meant that now his army's flags were tilted forward he was a condemned wretch.
9 By his tone he seemed to be preparing to resent some new monstrosity in the way of dins and smashes.
10 The steel ramrods clanked and clanged with incessant din as the men pounded them furiously into the hot rifle barrels.
11 This din of musketry on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed and emphasized the army's plight.
12 They slowly retreated, with their faces still toward the spluttering woods, and their hot rifles still replying to the din.
13 Always the noise of skirmishers came from the woods on the front and left, and the din on the right had grown to frightful proportions.
14 As he listened to the din from the hillside, to a deep pulsating thunder that came from afar to the left, and to the lesser clamors which came from many directions, it occurred to him that they were fighting, too, over there, and over there, and over there.