Guns roared, and those on the side of right were first.

Then a gun roared around a bend ahead of us.

A gun roared at his side and its sound, too, seemed to come from far away, as if muffled.

A gun roared as the combined groups started for Stan.

The gun roared for a third and final time.

Far away behind us those remorseless guns were still roaring.

And when that gun roared again, another Confederate barrel died.

The guns were roaring without an instant's pause for breath.

The sounds came rushing in upon us again - people screaming, guns roaring.

The ship's guns roared again, a string of explosions cut across one man.