Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 198: what you’re looking at

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WELD ROUT, 191 There was no time for remonstrance. ‘Ihe lines were already going forward on the run far in advance of the Loyal Tigers, so the captain accepted the weap- ons, buckled the belt about his waist, and was ready when the order was once more given to advance. ma SE Vitter 1 With a hearty cheer, the Virginia rangers dashed forward toward the retreating brigades. On and on, like the wind, swept the little Sate going with such fearful velocity as to overtake the — line of Unionists that had a minute before swept on in advance. There was scarcely a show of resistance on the part: of the Confederates. A’ fearful panic had come upon them suddenly; such.a panic as, earlier in the day, sent the Unionists fleeing like frightened sheep before the legions of Harly. Down upon the fleeing gray-coats came Custer’s and Merritt’s men, like a clattering tempest on the - right and left, doubling up the flanks and cleaving a_ terrible path through the broken ranks. Back to, and through the Union camps, which they had swept like a whirlwind in the morning, the — panic-stricken foe went pell-mell, leaving all the artil- lery they had captured, and much of their own, and — strewing the way with muskets, clothing, knapsacks, and anything that could impede their flight. T’he infantry were too tired to continue the pursuit, but the cavalry kept it up, driving them through — . Strasburg to Fisher’s Hill, and beyond, to Woodstock, sixteen miles distant. It was a glorious ride for Captain Chetwood, and ‘“T oyal Mose’’ was in his element, chasing the men he hated. On the route Captain Chetwood spoke of his ad- venture and narrow escape from the hands of Colonel Trafton. (E(e) m 900 (Ss (E Co mn.