"Looks like a city out there," I said aloud.
"It is," said the artillery Major behind me.
I looked again and could dimly make out what appeared to be the spires of churches.
"Look a little to the right; you can see a much larger building over there," the Major said.
I looked, and a huge gray mass loomed out of the mist.
"That's a cathedral," he said.
I put the glasses down and walked around to the open breech of the giant cannon, the mechanism of which another officer was explaining. He gave a lever a twist, and the huge barrel slowly moved from right to left over the tops of the pine trees.
The officer was saying in answer to a question:
"No, we are quiet now. We are just waiting."