The artillery that is fantastic went on, each part hammering away with all its might; plus it ended up being splendid for smoke and sound, and most exalting to one's spirits. The indegent city that is small about us suffered cruelly. The cannon-balls tore through its small structures, wrecking them as though that they had been built of cards; and each minute or two you might notice a stone that is huge curving through top of the atmosphere over the smoke-clouds and go plunging down through the roofs. Fire broke away, and columns of smoke and flame rose toward the sky.