Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 187: what you’re looking at

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180 | THE BATTLE RESUMED. As they advanced, white puffs of ee shot uP along the front. Boom! boom! boom! The deep-mouthed cannon were silent on the en- emy’s side no longer. Round-shot came whistling down upon the ranks of the Union, while the shrieking shells made music that was far from pleasant. “‘Steady, boys!”? Tramp! trainp! tramp! The long lines of blue moved majestically forward into the smoke of battle. Captain Chetwood’s musket fell to a level with the others in his line. Like lightning , a gleam of fire ran along the Union front, and a steady crash of musketry ensued. "The Confederates were in a strong position, and their batteries now opened briskly, while the infan- try poured in a furious shower of musket-balls, that withered the Union front as a scorching flame licks up the prairie grass. The men on either side of: Royal” Chetwood fell, mortally hurt. ‘“Forward, boys, forward!’ Still, on pressed the ranks of blue. But it was like rushing into the jaws of death. ‘Forward, boys, forward !”’ Again rang the cry of the officers along the front. The hill seemed one blazing furnace now. Shot and shell and musket-balls were hurled with fatal effect into the advancing lines of blue, and soon the Unionists halted, and actually staggered back- ward. The day is not to be retrieved after all. In vain has been Sheridan’s appeals. The hungry, tired, disheartened troops cannot do more. ee ‘comicbooks.co