| A | B |
|---|
| metaphor | …he listened to his own heart ruffle away (148) |
| onomatopoeia | "…lighted with rustling taps…" (148) |
| personification | "…where its great lunar face peered at him…" (148) |
| repetition | "His face was solemn. It was a solemn time, a solemn night." (148) |
| repetition | "…the army here, the army there…" (148) |
| images | "…jerked the boy upright…" (148) |
| foreshadowing | "…turning slowly, basting…" (148) |
| foreshadowing | "I'm the one of all the rest who won't die." (148) |
| metaphor | …war is "a game to be played" (149) |
| simile | "bayonets fixed like eternal lightning lost in the orchard grass" (149) |
| simile | "he smelled as all fathers should smell" (149) |
| alliteration | "similarity strewn steel bones of their rifles with bayonets" (149) |
| onomatopoeia | "…there was a little rat-tat…" (149) |
| onomatopoeia | "…prairie-burning trains and chanted…" (149) |
| onomatopoeia | "The man's knees cracked…" (149) |
| personification | "...trains had chanted…" (149) |
| personification | "..brass buttons that watched…" (149) |
| repetition | "A moth brushed his face, but it was a peach blossom. A peach blossom flicked him, but it was a moth." (149) |
| repetition | "Nothing stayed put. Nothing had a name. Nothing was as it once was." (149) |
| metaphor | …the drummer boy is "the heart of the army" (150) |
| simile | "it's wrong as…a man marching backward through life" (150) |
| alliteration | "…not one as can spit a sparrow…" (150) |
| alliteration | "heard the boy's breath" (150) |
| alliteration | "We should turn tail and train…" (150) |
| onomatopoeia | "…boys splashing…" (150) |
| personification | "…the sun might not show its face…" (150) |
| personification | "You are the heart of the army." (150) |
| foreshadowing | "I fear it will be full of boys…just floating…not caring where the current takes them." (150) |
| repetition | "He must keep at it, at it! Long and steady, steady and long!" (151) |
| metaphor | Joby was his right hand and his left. (151) |
| metaphor | …it would be "murderous nightmare" (151) |
| simile | "waves rolling like a well-ordered cavalry charge" (151) |
| simile | "their knees would come up…over that hill…like a wave on the ocean shore" (151) |
| alliteration | "spine stiff" (151) |
| images | "…feeling the tremor, the touch, the muted thunder…" (151) |
| images | "He swallowed. He wiped his eyes. He cleared his throat." (151) |
| images | "…if he beat a sure, steady, ever faster rhythym…" (151) |
| images | "…feel as if they had put on steel…" (151) |
| foreshadowing | "It would be more than slaughter." (151) |
| foreshadowing | "They would sleep forever after that." (151) |
