Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 88: what you’re looking at

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“LOYAL MOSER.” | 81 ‘“‘T hope so—I am confident it will.” Deep and smothered were the words of the young patriot, showing that he felt them—every one; they were the honest convictions of his soul. It was something to stand true to the Union in those days, even in Virginia; the State that wit nessed the hanging of John Brown, which was but a prelude to the coming strife, witnessed the throttling = the civil-struggle also—the finale to four years of lood. No; ‘‘Loyal Mose’’ was brave as he was true to the flag of Washington. He had stepped forth from a ruined home to lift high the Stars and Stripes, and » carry it forward to final victory; and he was but one of many the war for the Union produced. ‘If you choose, you may ride with us to join Sher- idan,’’ said Bluff, after his men had all returned and stood in groups under the trees. . ‘“T accept your offer,, Moses, and will ride with you,’’ was Captain Chetwood’s answer. The dead were left where they had fallen. It was not safe to remain to perform the burial service, since Mosby might pounce down upon that spot at any mo- ment. ' Back to their horses went the squad of Virginia rangers, and soon Captain Chetwood found himself riding beside ‘‘Loyal Mose’’ down one of Virginia’s flinty roads, sometimes under the silent arches of the wood, then again out into open fields, where all seemed smiling peace and plenty. The distant roar of gins, however, announced the truth; peace did not reign supreme, cS (e(e) cCcomicboo