Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night. Auteur: Stephen Crane Copy Quote More from Stephen Crane “As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to t…” “The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced…” “IVYes, I have a thousand tongues,And nine and nighty-nine lie.Though I strive t…” “But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart.”