typing-game-cli/dist/sentences/ambrose-bierce/on-a-mountain.json

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{
	"sentences": [
		"With what pure delight we inhaled its fragrances of spruce and pine! How we stared with something like awe at its clumps of laurel! He was lying flat upon his stomach and was killed by being struck in the side by a nearly spent cannon-shot, that came rolling in among us. The shot remained in him until removed. The long logs that it was our pride to cut and carry!",
		"The accuracy with which we laid them one upon another, hewn to the line and bullet-proof! There can be no doubt that the wealthy sportsmen who have made a preserve of the Cheat Mountain region will find plenty of game if it has not died since 1861. We left it there. The frost had begun already to whiten their deranged clothing. We were as patriotic as ever, but we did not wish to be that way.",
		"They appeared also to have thrown off some of their clothing, which lay near by, in disorder. Their expression, too, had an added blankness - they had no faces. As soon as the head of our straggling column had reached the spot a desultory firing had begun. One might have thought the living paid honors to the dead. No; the firing was a military execution; the condemned, a herd of galloping swine."
	],
	"tags": ["ambrose-bierce", "on-a-mountain"]
}