Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 150: what you’re looking at

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THE “LOYAL TIGERS.” 14 leave this miscreaut to the vengeance of a wronged son and brother? Have you so soon forgotten ?’’ ‘‘No. It was his life or mine, Moses Bluff.’’ ‘‘In that case you are excusable, but I did hope to have the pleasure of shooting the scoundrel : but if he is dead, my revenge must go.”’ The young cavalry leader straightened in his sad- dle, glanced to the left, where the smoke of battle res- ted, and from whence came fugitives in blue, rush- ing northward to swell the flood that was glutting the highway, overflowing into the fields and woods in a continuous stream. ‘Forward, boys!’ | “‘Toyal Mose’’ drew and waved his sword aloft. Captain Chetwood saw sparks of fire flash from under the heels of the ‘‘Loyal ‘Tigers’’ as they dashed into the fray. Down across the highway the column of blue dashed, a loud cheer echoing and re-echoing along the hill, as the gallant troop dashed into the smoke and flame. Soon the brave company was lost to view in the smoke of battle, and Captain Chetwood hurried for- ward to join the struggling lines of infantry. The Confederates surged forward with furious yells, firing as they advanced. The din of the conflict was at its height when Cap- tain Chetwood entered the smoke that hung over the contending armies, and hurriedly advanced into the throng of blue-coats, who were manfully breasting the tide of gray that had-thus far this day swept irre- sistibly onward. To the front, where the bullets fell like hail, Cap- tain Chetwood made his way. It mattered not to him that he was not with his : own regiment. That had broken and gone to pieces on the first assault, and its helpless fragments were now drifting down the valley in wild disorder, while — -comicbooks.co