Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 154: what you’re looking at

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4 on A SAD SCENE. 147 of three Union soldiers, mangled and dead, _hterally torn to fragments by shells, | Andy Potter was nowhere to be seen. Off to the left a pandemonium seemed in full blast. Teamsters, soldiers, horses, wagons, and caissons rushed pell-mell ; in one confused mass. Dead horses, broken wagons, and provisions were scattered about promiscuously. Guns, knapsacks and coats lay everywhere, flung aside by the Unionists in their mad flight. It was a second Bull Run, and no mistake. Longstreet and Early had seemingly planned well, and given coup de grace to the Army of the Shenan- doah. Thus it appeared to Royal Chetwood, as he stood regarding the wild scene before him, with the growl of the artillery, the crack and crash of the musketry, and shrieks of exploding shells making hideous music in his ears. ‘“T suppose I may as well follow the crowd,” solilo- quized the Union captain. ‘‘It would be idle to search for Andy now. If not dead, he has probably es- c2ped.”’ ‘““Weak’s a cat, boss. Will ye give me a ride?”’ Quite startled, Captain Royal Chetwood at the sound of a voice not far away—a voice that could come from but one human being in the world. ‘““By Heaven! there’s Andy Potter now, or I’m a fool!’ Andy Potter it proved to be, sure enough, begging a ride of a teamster, who was just springing to saddle - the wagon, which had been lightened of the most of its load, that the mules attached might move with greater speed. ‘“No time to wait!’’ shouted the teamster. The youth from Ohio, though ‘‘weak as a cat,’ caught the edge of the box, and, as the wagon dashed GEomicbooks.co