Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 192: what you’re looking at

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VICTORY. pa Ee) Be 185 . i § 7 am. 9 ‘, “Wall, you don’t need to kerry a gun, I reckon. Here, take my sword.”’ Captain Chetwood refused, good-naturedly, to ac-— cept the ponderous sabre. Throwing back the skirt of his coat, he revealed the butt of a revolver to the youth. ‘‘Gun and pistol is all I need. Come, Andy, we must not lose the chance to participate in this charge. The boys are going forward.”’ ‘Hooray for the Union!’ Andy Potter was alive to the occasion at once. Again the Union lines advanced, infused with new courage by their gallant leader. Boom! boom! | Once more the great guns of disunion bellowed on the afternoon air. Side by side, Andy Potter and Captain Chetwood kept step to the music of the Union. Above the long line of blue billowed the old flag, which was now advancing to victory or final defeat. Then the Confederate breastworks blazed with mus- ketry, and a storm of leaden pellets swept once more - over the blood-soaked field. ‘Steady, boys, we’ll rout ’em this time.”’ Not a man flinched, but with gleaming eyes and ~ - compressed lips, pushed forward in the face of the belching batteries, the flaming crest. On and on went the Unionists. Nearer and nearer drew the line of blue to the flaming tide. This was a time that tried men’s souls, indeed, a time that was to determine the weal or woe of Sheri- | dan’s Army of the Shenandoah for all time. Without flinching, inspired by the example of Sheridan, the Unionists swept forward into the jaws of death. Soon the earth trembled under the awful crash of m Eomicbooks.cc