cannonading

Between 9.30 P.M. and 11 P.M. the "cannonading" heard on the previous night recommenced.

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Fort Sumter has returned the fire, and brisk cannonading has been kept up, the correspondent wrote.

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The cannonading grew, as the Russians turned their guns southward, I saw columns of earth ploughed up to the east of the Highlanders 'position, and with my heart in my mouth I buried my head in the horse's mane and fairly flew across the turf.

The Sky Writer Geoff Barbanell 2010

When a tremendous cannonading in the city broke out on the following day, with native pipes and drums squealing and thundering, I thought the attack had begun, but it was a false alarm, as Sher Khan informed me later.

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I asked him if it sounded like a battle, and as he again said that it did not, I still inferred that the cannonading was caused by Grover's division banging away at the enemy simply to find out what he was up to.

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I was still feeling fearfully sick and giddy, and my right ear seemed to have gone deaf with the cannonading, but as I leaned against the pole, shuddering, one thought kept crowding gloriously into my mind: I was alive, and in one piece.

The Sky Writer Geoff Barbanell 2010

We lay up in the stuffy, sweltering heat of the wood all afternoon, listening to the incessant thunder of the cannonading; one consolation was the regular crash of the artillery salvoes, which indicated that Wheeler's gunners were making good practice, and must still be well stocked with powder and shot.

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But when, as we rode along, I questioned Rowbotham about how the land lay, and what the cannonading to the north signified, I was most disagreeably surprised by his answer; it couldn't have been much worse news.

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It's the glimpse of things to come after this record hot July, with a bass chorus of afternoon thunderstorms cannonading down the streets and dry valleys.

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I crammed the burning remnant of my match against a vent, and even as the trail of sparks shot out the whole go-down seemed to stand on end, I felt myself falling, something hit me a great crack on the head, and my ears were full of cannonading that went on and on until the pain of it seemed to be bursting my brain before blackness came.

The Sky Writer Geoff Barbanell 2010