Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 196: what you’re looking at

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WILD ROUT. 189 CHAPTER XXXVI. WILD ROUT. Once more the veterans of Longstreet and Early were on the run. | | The fierce onslaught of the Union troop was too much for them, who had supposed. the Federals in- capable of further effort until the next day at least. The enemy was astounded, dumfounded, panic- stricken. The victory of the morning had been snatched from their hands, and Sheridan and his men were once mote on the offensive, dashing with wild and irresisti- ble fury upon the foe. ‘The astonished foe turned and fled in confusion over the fields. | , As they streamed down into the Middletown Mead- ows, Sheridan saw that the time for the cavalry had come, and ordered a charge. The blast of a.bugle was the first notice Captain Chetwood received of the cavalry charge. The captain was well to the right of the Union line, and not far from the spot over which the moving squadrons of mounted blue-coats would pass in their — onward rush upon the enemy. The infantry had come to a halt in this part of the field, and Captain Chetwood stood leaning upon his_ gun, with Andy Potter near, drawing the edge of his sword across a fallen gray-coat, to clear its surface of blood. “Hello! ejaculated Potter; ‘“‘wasn’t that a bugle??? (E(@) GEomicbooks mi