FROM THE PAGES OF THE RED BADGE OF COURAGE
and Selected Short Fiction
As the landscape changed from brown to green,
the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise
of rumors.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
3)
At nightfall the column broke into regimental
pieces, and the fragments went into the fields to camp. Tents
sprang up like strange plants. Camp fires, like red, peculiar
blossoms, dotted the night.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
17)
The youth had been taught that a man became
another thing in a battle. He saw his salvation in such a
change.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
26)
Another, the commander of the brigade, was
galloping about bawling. His hat was gone and his clothes were
awry. He resembled a man who has come from bed to go to a fire. The
hoofs of his horse often threatened the heads of the running men,
but they scampered with singular fortune.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page 31
)
The men dropped here and there like
bundles.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
36)
They were continually bending in coaxing
postures over the guns. They seemed to be patting them on the back
and encouraging them with words. The guns, stolid and undaunted,
spoke with dogged valor.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
54)
At times he regarded the wounded soldiers in an
envious way. He conceived persons with torn bodies to be peculiarly
happy. He wished that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of
courage.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
54)
The fight was lost. The dragons were coming with
invincible strides. The army, helpless in the matted thickets and
blinded by the overhanging night, was going to be swallowed. War,
the red animal, war, the blood-swollen god, would have bloated
fill.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
69)
He believed for an instant that he was in the
house of the dead, and he did not dare to move lest these corpses
start up, squalling and squawking. In a second, however, he
achieved his proper mind. He swore a complicated oath at himself.
He saw that this somber picture was not a fact of the present, but
a mere prophecy.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
80)
It was not well to drive men into final corners;
at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
93)
These incidents made the youth ponder. It was
revealed to him that he had been a barbarian, a beast. He had
fought like a pagan who defends his religion. Regarding it, he saw
that it was fine, wild, and, in some ways, easy. He had been a
tremendous figure, no doubt. By this struggle he had overcome
obstacles which he had admitted to be mountains. They had fallen
like paper peaks, and he was now what he called a hero. And he had
not been aware of the process. He had slept and, awakening, found
himself a knight.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
96)
The youth kept the bright colors to the front.
He was waving his free arm in furious circles, the while shrieking
mad calls and appeals, urging on those that did not need to be
urged, for it seemed that the mob of blue men hurling themselves on
the dangerous group of rifles were again grown suddenly wild with
an enthusiasm of unselfishness.
(from The Red Badge of Courage, page
122)
It is fair to say here that there was not a
lifesaving station within twenty miles in either direction; but the
men did not know this fact, and in consequence they made dark and
opprobrious remarks concerning the eyesight of the nation’s
lifesavers.
(from “The Open Boat,” page 141 )
During the afternoon of the storm, the whirling
snows acted as drivers, as men with whips, and at half-past three
the walk before the dosed doors of the house was covered with
wanderers of the street, waiting.
(from “The Men in the Storm,” page 168)