Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 153: what you’re looking at

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146 ~ A SAD SCENE. bring together once more the shattered remains of the Union Army, was now all that could be done. It was, indeed, a time of deep humiliation on the part of Sheridan’s troops. The glory of the past month was being literally torn from the hands of the Federal Army, and deep disgrace was apparently to settle over the Union cause in the valley of the Shenadoah. Captain Chetwood, who had passed through the , storm of shot and shell thus far uninjured, bethought him of his young acquaintance of the morning, the awkward Ohio boy, Andy Potter. He was as weak as acat, as he himself expressed — it when the captain left him. Soon the gray battalions would sweep over the spot where the captain had left the young man, and he might either fall into the hands of the pee or die by a bullet. To avert such a catastrophe, Captain Chetwood resolved to get the youth from the field to a place of safety. When the Union lines began to recede, Captain Chetwood hastened to the rear, and pushing his way through a mass of fugitives, soon gained the vicinity of the spot where he had parted from Andy Potter but a very brief time before. Soon the rock behind which he had placed Andy, caine under his eye. Quickly Captain Chetwood sprang forward, and stood beside the rock. Andy Potter was not there. ‘“‘I told him not to stir from this spot,’’ muttered Royal, ‘‘butit seems he did not obey me. If he has fal- len into the enemy’s hands, it is his own fault. I have done what I could for the young fellow.’ The shriek of shells filled the air, and these terrible projectiles were exploding not far away. Near where Captain Chetwood stood lay the forms ‘Comichooks.c¢o