1 But the blows of the antagonist began to grow more weak.
2 There was a little flower of confidence growing within him.
3 He became aware that the furnace roar of the battle was growing louder.
4 As he contemplated him, the youth felt his heart grow more strong and stout.
5 But those other men seemed never to grow weary; they were fighting with their old speed.
6 The robust voice, that had come strangely from the thin ranks, was growing rapidly weak.
7 It cast its eyes upon the roads, which were growing from long troughs of liquid mud to proper thoroughfares.
8 This din of musketry on the right, growing like a released genie of sound, expressed and emphasized the army's plight.
9 The roarings that had stretched in a long line of sound across the face of the forest began to grow intermittent and weaker.
10 Staring once at the red eyes across the river, he conceived them to be growing larger, as the orbs of a row of dragons advancing.
11 As he basked in the smiles of the girls and was patted and complimented by the old men, he had felt growing within him the strength to do mighty deeds of arms.
12 The rifles, once loaded, were jerked to the shoulder and fired without apparent aim into the smoke or at one of the blurred and shifting forms which upon the field before the regiment had been growing larger and larger like puppets under a magician's hand.