Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 136: what you’re looking at

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STAMPEDE. | iy all hope for rallying the troops nearer than the hill occupied by the Nineteenth Corps was past. Beside the tall young Ohioan the captain ran, among the moving mass of fugitives. ‘“That ar’ reb come nigh gittin’ the best of ye didn’t he, boss??? ‘Yes. You saved my life. I hope to know you bet- ter hereafter,’’ answered the captain. ‘‘T couldn’t a done no different,’’ said Potter. “*FRolks used to call me Lazy Andy up in Ohio, anda general good-for-nothin’! Seems ’m better’n a nobody here, eh, boss ?”’ CHAPTER XXIV, STAMPEDE. ‘CA great deal better,’? answered Captain Chet-— wood, to the last remark of the Ohio youth. ‘‘You are as brave as a lion, and——’’ ‘Now, look a here, colonel, this won’t do. Andy Potter han’t no great shakes, but he’s goin’ to do his level best ag’in the traitors. My father, ther deacon, didn’t think the war was right, anyhow. He kinder sympathized with the South. He’n I used to have some big arguments, and, finally, the last time, dad pitched onto me and flailed me like sixty. I didn’t resist, coz ’twouldn’t look well for a boy to strike his dad, you know. I lit out shortly with mother’s blessin’. I git letters from mother once in a while. She calls me—but, thunder! let’s git out o’ this, or we’re gone suckers!”’ The captain and his young friend had lagged in their gait, and the leaden pellets began to sing un- comfortably near their ears of a sudden, which brought forth this last exclamation from Andy Pot- ter, CS EComicboo (E(@) nm