Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 140: what you’re looking at

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STAMPEDE. 133 If I have a member of that army among my readers, he will bear me witness that there was something pertaining to the disgraceful in that mad flight, some- thing akin to the madness that hurled our army in wild confusion upon Washington at an earlier day. Who was to blame? Be It is a question not in my province to answer. ‘You fool! What you carryin’ that stiff fur ?’’ Captain Chetwood looked into the face of a bronzed veteran, who was making for the rear, and had no time to halt, even while he opened his lips in speech. | The captain made no reply to this brutal remark, but kept on his way, and was soon beyond the hiss and clash of the bullets. The hill on which the Sixth Corps was encamped was now reached. The great mass of fugitives rushed on, regardless of every effort to rally them. Wright at once formed a new line of battle, and attempted to check the fleeing mass in their frightful rush. | ; In a measure, the commander of the Sixth Corps succeeded, and for a short space of time the onset of Early was staid. Captain Chetwood found himself under the shelter of a mountain oak, beyond the range of the conflict. In fact, a lull had come for the time. The Confederates were plundering the Union camps they had captured, and it gave the vanquished a breathing spell that was appreciated by the hard pressed boys in blue. Captain Chetwood laid his burden on the grass, which was yet damp with the dews of night, and gazed sharply about him. | Not far away glittered the waters of a brook. This was a welcome sight, as the canteen worn by the young soldier was empty. comicbooks