1 The sunrise burned red in a pure sky, the shadows on the rim of the wood-lot were darkly blue, and beyond the white and scintillating fields patches of far-off forest hung like smoke.
2 Occasionally when the slight breeze veered, puffs of smoke from the long barbecue pits floated over the crowd and were greeted with squeals of mock dismay from the ladies and violent flappings of palmetto fans.
3 They could hear the rumblings of the batteries, see the smoke which rolled like low-hanging clouds above the trees, but for hours no one knew how the battle was going.
4 A faint hot breeze that had sprung up bore the smell of smoke to her.
5 The sky was a hideous lurid color and great swirls of black smoke went twisting up to hand in billowy clouds above the flames.
6 The smell of smoke was stronger now.
7 Torrents of sparks shot to the sky and descended slowly, lazily, through blood-colored clouds of smoke.
8 As Rhett jerked the horse's head and turned him into another street, another deafening explosion tore the air and a monstrous skyrocket of flame and smoke shot up in the west.
9 We saw the smoke from Twelve Oaks, across the river, before they came.
10 The back kick of the pistol made her reel, as the roar of the explosion filled her ears and the acrid smoke stung her nostrils.
11 The smoke curled slowly to the ceiling and the red streams widened about her feet.
12 This was her last view of home, her last view except what she might see from the cover of the woods or the swamp, the tall chimneys wrapped in smoke, the roof crashing in flame.
13 Then to her nostrils was borne the smell of smoke and she turned, too weak with lessening strain, to care about the cotton.
14 Through the open windows of the dining room, she saw smoke drifting lazily out of the negro cabins.
15 She burst into the smoke-filled kitchen and reeled back, coughing, her eyes streaming tears from the smoke.