Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 195: what you’re looking at

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188 VICTORY. Elated with victory, Captain Chetwood dashed on some rods in advance of the line—into and through a dense thicket, running plump upon a line of gray- coats, who were firing their muskets for the last time ere going back in flight. The sight of the blue-coat, and alone, maddened the foe, and they fired upon him, luckily without effect, in the confusion of the moment, then several dashed upon him with fixed bayonets, intent on run- ning him through. Captain. Chetwood reeled back then. Until this moment he had not realized how far he was in advance of the Union line. ‘“You’re our meat, Yank!” The captain drew his pistol and sent two of his op- ponents to earth, when his revolver was stricken from his hand. At this moment the Confederate line fell back. Two Southerners remained, however, to finish the daring Yankee who had so far forgotten himself as to rush ahead of his own line of battle. Captain Chetwood staggered against a tree, an empty musket in his hand, with two bayonets at his” breast, when a bright flash filled his eyes, and both muskets were stricken down. ‘‘Hydra-heads, take that!’ A long sabre swept through the air, and both of the captain’s assailants fell back, one going to earth _with his skull split from crown to chin. It was a tremendous blow, one that quite startled the captain, when he gazed at the long, slim arm of the sabre-wielder,- Andy Potter. ‘“My soul, Andy! how did you do that?’ ‘fA simple turn of the wrist, captain.’ _ The second man was glad to escape by flight now, but a Federal bullet found his life ere he had gone many yards, and he fell to rise no more, (E(0) Eomicboo cS