Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 169: what you’re looking at

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162 SHERIDAN’S RIDE. their returning comrades, and sent cheers after his flying form. ‘“God save the general!”’ “Tittle Phil has come!”’ ‘(The Johnnies’ll catch it now!”’ Such and like expressions followed the dashing leader as he whirled on his way up the valley. On at break-neck speed, past fields and woods, and bush-clad hills, dashed the intrepid commander—on and on, shouting for the fleeing troops to face about and stand by their guns once more. The enthusiasm gathered volume as the little man in shoulder-straps swept on. That one man’s confident assurance was contagious.. The soldiers caught the fever, and the retreat was halted. | Men who had not flung aside their muskets paused in their wild, unreasoning flight, to look after the little man on horseback, and lean on their guns. “‘Sheridan has come! Sheridan has come!”’ Like magic, the cry ran from lip to lip, and new courage seemed suddenly to be infused into the reck- less, frightened rabble. . ‘“By hokey, boys, let’s go back!’ A tall soldier uttered the words as he stood staring after the swift-flying heels of the gallant steed that bore Sheridan on that twenty-mile ride up the Shen- andoah Valley that October day. Many a firm ‘‘we will’? answered the first speaker. On swept Sheridan through the deepening crowd of fugitives. His cry of ‘‘Face the other way, boys!’’ acted like magic, and soon the stragglers halted; and many were not only facing the other way, but. going back in the wake of the great commander. Back once more to face the insolent victorious foe. With face blazing with excitement, and his horse covered with foam, Sheridan suddenly appeared in ~~ €omicbooks,.co