Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 137: what you’re looking at

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130 | STAMPEDE. The twain quickened their pace, and soon found themselves in the neighborhood of the Nineteenth Corps, which had been warned by the yells and crash of musketry of the assault on the left, and was form- ing in line of battle to resist the onslaught of the foe. In wild disorder Crook’s troops fled down the turn- pike, and through the fields and woods, hotly pursued by the foe. ‘(See ’em run—what fools!’’ cried Andy Potter, as he came to a halt on the hill-side, where the front of a Union brigade was forming in line tor battle. Crack—crack! Along the crest of the hill puffs of smoke leaped up in spiteful jets, and leaden death messengers were hurled into the onrushing ranks of gray. The long rifle of Andy Potter fell to his shoulder, and he fired with precision. A gray-coat fell, pierced to the heart. The gun and bayonet attached, borne by the youth from Ohio, was one he had had made to order, and "was an accurate piece, and a_ breech-loader, which made it more effective than an ordinary musket. ‘There goes another!’ chuckled Potter, his eyes snapping. There was little use attempting to hunt up his comiand now, and Captain Chetwood concluded to remain with the Nineteenth Corps, and assist this brave body of Unionists in stemming the tide of Early’s victorious troops that was sweeping onward over the hills, and down the turnpike. ‘“Hold the hill, boys, and we will soon check these fellows!’ cried Captain Chetwood, as he seized the musket of a fallen soldier and took his place in the ranks. Beside him, his young face lighted with the ardor of battle, was “Andy Potter, who was loading and _fir- ing with the coolness and precision of a veteran. ‘A remarakble boy,’’ thought Captain Chetwood, _- ECOMICHDOOKS.co