and purple
tinges as
the sun's
weak rays
touched
it. To the
left of
the
Here-We-Comes,
and then
in front
of them,
appeared
the same
wall of
billowing
gas. The
Here-We-Comes
were ready
for it
with their
hastily
donned
masks. But
there was
no need of
the
precaution.
By one of
the sudden
wind--freaks
so common
in the
story of
the war,
the
gas-cloud
was cleft
in two by
a swirling
breeze,
and it
rolled
dankly on,
to right
and left,
leaving
the
central
trenches
