Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 188: what you’re looking at

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THE BATTLE RESUMED. 181 They have faced lead, and stood firm for a time; but it could not last, and once again the Union line wavers, and is going back in confusion. “Hold your ground, boys! Come on!—come on!’ shouts Captain Chetwood, who, forgetting that he is only a private now, rushes ahead of the reeling line and brandishes his gun above his head. An answering shout goes down the line. For a moment the men gather new strength from the intrepid actions of the soldiers in front. The line braces itself and stands firm. | ‘‘Come on, boys, and the day is ours!’’ shouted Chetwood. On the instant the Confederate batteries opened on this part of the line with grape, piling the ground with.mangled forms, mowing great swaths in the ranks of blue. ‘“Hold your ground! Forward!”’ Captain Chetwood, unharmed, for a wonder, still urges the shattered line to press on. But this appeal falls on deaf ears now. And it was well that it was so. In other parts of the field the Union line, rent by shot and shell, was going rapidly back. No help, no hope now, it seemed, for the Unionists. They could but fall back and wait another day ere assuming the offensive. It would seem prudent so to do at least. But the commander of the Union forces was not of ordinary mettle. Back went the shattered lines, and amid a rain of musket-balls, that buzzed and hissed like bees about his ears, Captain Chetwood followed the retreating line. “Hello, captain! Where did you pop from ?”’ Captain Chetwood had stumbled upon Andy Potter — in his retreat. _ The Ohio boy bore a smoking musket, and about (Elo comicbooks im