Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 168: what you’re looking at

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SHERIDAN’S RIDE, pa 161 instead of being overwhelmed at the disaster, as most — genetals would have been, he rose above it. ‘‘Tt shall not be so!’’ he mentally exclaimed. Once more he planted the rowels into his steed, and dashed on down the road toward the scene of con- flict. As he advanced, the cloud of fugitives augmented. Men were running down the valley hatless, without guns or knapsacks, having thrown aside all incum- brance, that they might escape the deadly bullets of the foe. It was disgraceful. Sheridan felt it was so, keenly. As he sped on, the cloud of stragglers decent and the general believed it time to exert his influence. Snatching his hat in hand, Sheridan swung it over his head and shouted: ‘Face the other way, boys! ree the other way! We are going back to our camps! Weare going to lick them out of their boots!”’ It was the cry of a man determined to retrieve the disasters of the day, if such a thing were possible. There was a vast amount of magnetism about Phil Sheridan that carried men with him in spite of them- selves. The frightened stragglers paused and shouted as they beheld their gallant chieftain flying past. That was a notable ride, and the name of Sheridan —our Sheridan—will live long in song and story, as well as on the page of history. Sheridan’s ride from Winchester to meet and tufn 3 back his fleeing, dismayed army, is one of the grand- est things in all history, and we would fain linger over the scene, but time and space forbid. Many of the wounded who had escaped from the heat of the battle, and fallen to die by the road-side, lifted their heads, while their eyes caught sight of — CS pe ~- comicboo co te » lied ye A : Lat | : , = "y > ~~