1 The wind raised the tawny beard.
2 His unbuttoned coat bulged in the wind.
3 The trees about the portal of the chapel moved soughingly in a soft wind.
4 He stared for a while at the leaves overhead, moving in a heraldic wind of the day.
5 The leaves of the overhanging maple rustled with melody in the wind of youthful summer.
6 At this point of its march the division curved away from the field and went winding off in the direction of the river.
7 The winds of battle had swept all about the regiment, until the one rifle, instantly followed by others, flashed in its front.
8 There was a caress in the soft winds; and the whole mood of the darkness, he thought, was one of sympathy for himself in his distress.
9 The level sheets of flame developed great clouds of smoke that tumbled and tossed in the mild wind near the ground for a moment, and then rolled through the ranks as through a gate.
10 One night, as he lay in bed, the winds had carried to him the clangoring of the church bell as some enthusiast jerked the rope frantically to tell the twisted news of a great battle.
11 They could see dark stretches winding along the land, and on one cleared space there was a row of guns making gray clouds, which were filled with large flashes of orange-colored flame.