Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 134: what you’re looking at

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A STUNNING SURPRISE. ) 127 Yells, curses and groans mingled with the crash of m usketry on every hand. This was not Fisher’s Hill nor Winchester. A defeated army was wrenching lost battles from — the victorious foe, and turning the tide of victory the other way. _ It was a bold, a splendid achievement on the part of Early’s troops, and the laurels lately snatched from Confederate arms was about to return to them in the fullest measure possible. For a few minutes the Unionists resisted the ava- lanche of gray along the turnpike. Dead and wounded strewed the ground, marking the spot where their desperate efforts took place. “Hold the ground! Hurrah!’ But shouts and words of cheer could not hold the handful of troops against a-host, and breaking in wild > disorder, the Unionists began rushing madly from the field of strife. Captain Chetwood realized that the day was lost in _ that part of the field as he saw the men fleeing in wild haste. On rushed the Batihdeeites and in the heat of the contest Captain Chetwood found himself confronted by a gleaming bayonet backed by a tall gray-coat. With his sword the captain swept aside the bayo- net, and then shot the man down with his revolver. Almost on the instant the Union captain stumbled and fell to his knees, a bullet carrying his revolver from his hand as he went down. , Then a bayonet gleamed in his eyes. A tall Georgian had thrust forward his gun, and was determined to make sure of the Union sie he for certain now. The Federals were fleeing like frightened sheep, — and Captain Chetwood believed that his name would. appear in the column devoted to the slain in the daily © papers after to-day. Ecomicbooks ‘co