Chapter 19The youth stared at the land in front of him. Its foliagesnow seemed to veil powers and horrors. He was unaware ofthe machinery of orders that started the charge, althoughfrom the corners of his eyes he saw an officer, who lookedlike a boy a-horseback, come galloping, waving his hat.Suddenly he felt a straining and heaving among the men.The line fell slowly forward like a toppling wall, and, with aconvulsivegasp that was intended for a cheer, the regimentbegan its journey. The youth was pushed and jostled for amoment before he understood the movement at all, butdirectly he lunged ahead and began to run.He fixed his eye upon a distant and prominent clump oftrees where he had concluded the enemy were to be met, andhe ran toward it as toward a goal. He had believed through-out that it was a mere question of getting over an unpleasantmatter as quickly as possible, and he ran desperately, as ifpursued for a murder. His face was drawn hard and tight withthe stress of his endeavor. His eyes were fixed in a lurid glare.