Magnified by its lift against the sky and by the soldier’s testifying sense of the . He was a civilian, if one might judge from his dress which was that of a planter. Tales of Soldiers and Civilians. Ambrose Bierce. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at Tales of Soldiers and Civilians, by Ambrose Bierce .au/b/bierce/ambrose/tales-of-soldiers-and-civilians/contents.

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A solders after the close of the war, on my way to California, I opened and idly inspected it. In these stories, Bierce is at his best drawing from actual experience and knowledge of how the Northern army works. Behind the wall is a hedge; behind the hedge are seen the tops of trees, in rather straggling order.

Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Perhaps this gets a bit repetitive in the “Soldiers” section of the book, which in any case contains some excellent stories: His neck ached horribly; his brain, was on fire; his heart, which had been fluttering faintly, gave a great leap, trying to force itself out at his mouth.

Besides, there has been time enough to forbid them all if fire. Now however they just seem dull and cliche. The preparations being complete, the two private soldiers stepped aside and each drew away the plank upon which he had been standing. One was a quartermaster. In returning—well it is not customary to return. This is an excellent read for the genre He stilled his breathing, and at the cracking of a twig beneath his knee stopped his progress and hugged the earth.


He shuddered and turned from it with a feeling of sickness and disgust, resumed him seat upon the log, and, forgetting military prudence, struck a match and lit a cigar.

Tales of Soldiers and Civilians

InTales was republished along with other stories by G. I listened to the audio and loved all the contributing narrators This was a collection of short stories. A line of Federal skirmishers swept across the plantation toward the mountain. His jaw was fallen; his eyes protruded; he trembled in every fiber; a bisrce sweat bathed his entire body; he screamed with fear. Meanwhile he did what he could. Not a rifleman in those crouching ranks, not a cannoneer at those masked and shotted guns, but knows the needs of the situation, the imperative duty of forbearance.

He had wnd caught in a vortex and was being whirled on with a velocity of advance and gyration which made him giddy and sick. He felt very comfortable, a,brose he hardly gave the fact a thought, so intently did he listen for any sound from the front which might have a menacing significance—a shout, a shot, or the footfall of one of his sergeants coming to apprise him of something worth knowing.

The horse rears and strikes the air with its forefeet.

I read this book pretty much straight through, but if I were to read it again, I would probably jump around in the collection more instead of reading it from cover to cover. A half hour later he returned to camp.

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But those stories are in o minority. The man sank upon his breast, recovered, flung the small boy fiercely to the ground as an unbroken colt might have done, then turned upon him a face that lacked a lower jaw—from the upper teeth to the throat was a great red gap fringed with hanging shreds of flesh and splinters of bone. For example, A Birece in the Sky is eleven pages long, oc has four parts.


An Annotated Bibliography of Primary Sources. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Paperbackpages. But he was also the author of a number of first-rate short stories, especially his stories based on his experiences in the American Civil War.

This ambroee at daybreak the enemy was gone. At a short distance in their rear came their commander, Lieutenant Adrian Searing. He sprang to his feet, rushed up the sloping bank, and plunged into the forest. His army had been gone for hours, and the commander of his rear guard, who had held his position perilously long in hope to silence the Federal fire, at sodliers strange moment had silenced his own.

In the foreground, shutting out some of the trees, a high, dun mound, angular in outline and crossed by an intricate, patternless system of straight lines; in the center a bright ring of metal—the whole an immeasurable distance away—a distance so inconceivably great that it fatigued him, and he closed his eyes.