He was a captain in the Federal army--as yet without a command; beloved of his West-Point classes, a favorite with his superior officers, trusted by the men...Narration
He felt himself whirling with the speed of light amid constellations of flashing orbs. The sounds of the visible world were as inaudible as its scenery was invisible.Narration
Death is a dignitary who, when he comes announced, is to be received with formal manifestations of respect, even by those most familiar with him.Narration
To die of hanging at the bottom of a river!—the idea seemed to him ludicrous.Peyton Farquhar's thoughts
To be hanged and drowned, he thought? that is not so bad; but I do not wish to be shot. No; I will not be shot; that is not fair.Peyton Farquhar's thoughts
A sound which he could neither ignore nor understand, a sharp, distinct, metallic percussion like the stroke of a blacksmith’s hammer upon the anvil...Narration
The wood on either side was full of singular noises, among which—once, twice, and again—he distinctly heard whispers in an unknown tongue.Narration
He was a civilian, if one might judge from his dress which was that of a planter. His features were good — a straight nose, firm mouth, broad forehead...Narration
Striking through the thought of his dear ones was a sound which he could neither ignore nor understand...Peyton Farquhar's thoughts
Then all at once, with terrible suddenness, the light about him shot upward with the noise of a loud plash; a frightful roaring was in his ears...Narration