Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 92: what you’re looking at

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FISHER’S HILL. 85 With drawn sword, Captain Chetwood rode at the front. The gray-coats, their intrenchments, and their guns were visible now. The flank movement was a success, and with a cheer that echoed over the hills, the brave boys in blue dashed forward upon the astounded enemy. Simultaneously with Crook’s attack, came the sound of battle on the left and centre. ‘‘Hurrah! We have them on the hip now!’’ cried Captain Chetwood. Almost on the instant his horse reeled and plunged > to the ground. The rider was unhutt. Once more on his feet, Chetwood led his men for- | ward into the roaring vortex of battle. The shock of battle was terrific. Men fell on every hand, brave soldiers of the North; yet, not a soul faltered, but onward pressed through raining shot and shell. “Hurrah !”? The ringing Northern cheer welled out far and wide, and echoed above the roar and crash of arms. It was the first note of victory, and but a faint cry was sent back in answer, a defiant Southern yell, that ‘was soon smothered, and went back to sleep under the roar of the Yankee guns. . ‘Hurrah !”? Again that shout, as the gray ranks reeled. Death shots flew thick and fast. A stinging pain in his shoulder announced to Cap- tain Chetwood the fact that he had been hit, how badly hurt he had not time to ascertain at that hour. Swinging his sword, the brave young captain AG his place and led on his men. The Confederates were going back, Flag after flag went down. (E(0) cComicbooks