Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 147: what you’re looking at

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140 THE “LOYAL .1GERS.” hill for a time, where the Sixth Corps lay waiting for the onset of the foe. There was nothing to encourage them to resistance now, since the larger part of the army was flying in broken fragments down the valley. | Andy Potter staggered to his feet; but he was too dizzy to stand. Tears actually came to his eyes when he realized his condition. “Weak as a cat,’’ he groaned. ‘‘Leave me, captain, and give the hydra-heads goss. No use wastin’ time over a body like me. I an’t good for nothin’ nohow.”’’ “Vou’ll be all right soon,’’ cried Captain Chetwood, cheerily. ‘‘I will get you to the rear——’’ ““No—no; go, cap’n. I’ll hate ye if ye don’t. The Johnnies is comin’; I hear ’em yell. IfIonly hada gun, I might help a little, anyhow. Lost old breech- loader, didn’t [I ?”’ _ “Ves; but you couldn’t use a gun now if you had one,’’ said the captain. A long, loud, heaven-piercing yell was borne to their ears from the left. Then came the terrific crash | of musketry, accompanied by the rumble and roar of the larger guns. The enemy was opening with artillery. A terrific charge was being made by the victorious brigades of Longstreet and Early. “Oh, gracious! what shall I do?’ groaned poe Andy. “T han’t worth a Contra But Captain Chetwood was anxious to have a hand in the fight, and he did not wait for the Ohio boy to finish his sentence. Seizing him in his arms as though he were but a child, he dashed away toward the rear, while the blue-coats advanced along the hill to repel the charge. Too weak to resist, Andy Potter could only groan and submit, (E(0) Gomicbooks