Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 193: what you’re looking at

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186 VICTORY. | great guns, and the very air seemed a-tremble with the great volume of musketry firing. On went the old flag, rent and stained with battle etime, on to the foot of the crest; on, on up the slip- pery incline, through a storm of iron hail and leaden rain. ‘“‘Charge!”? The order had come for the final effort for the over- throw of Early’s embattled legions. _ Above the roar of musketry came the long- Brain yell of the Union charge. On, with the rush of an avalanche, swept the Union host. The Confederates must have been astonished, in-- deed, when the lately broken, fleeing Federals came pouting down upon them in a fierce charge that was irresistible. | The artillery ceased suddenly, the musketry died in spattering bursts, and over all came the. yell of - triumph. Everything on the first line, the stone walls, the - advanced crest, the tangled wood, and the half-fin- ished breastworks had been carried. Side by side still marched. Captain Chetwood and Andy Potter. No man in that army evinced greater courage than the Buckeye boy in that charge. Spattered with the blood of those who had been cut down by the enemy’s shells, Andy did not flinch, but moved on, swinging his sabre and cae “Come on, boys!”? at the top of his lungs, By his side rushed Chetwood, both men a little in advance of the line at the last. When the breastworks were carried, and shouts of victory rang over the field, Andy Potter mounted a stone wall, flopped his arms, and crowed lustily. ‘“The Confeds run like sin! Didn’t we give it to ‘em, colonel??? Eomicboo “S m (E(0)