Under Fire: A Tale of the Shenandoah Valley — page 93: what you’re looking at

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86 . FISHER’S HILL. They were breaking in disorder on the right. Guns, knapsacks, and even canteens were flung aside, and the opening of a grand panic was apparent. The centre and left still held their ground, disput- ing with tenacity the bloody slope. Still those gray clad veterans could not hold the hill. For three days they had been fleeing before a_vic- torious foe, and they were disheartened. ‘They yield. Forward, boys, and capture the guns !”? It was the cry of Captain Chetwood, '!as he dashed over the fallen gray-coats in front, and pushed to the side of a cannon. The Unionists pressed on, sweeping all before them. The Southern flag was swept from the field. Early was utterly dumfounded. Was there no staying fase Phil’s troops? Of what were they made? Along the front the enemy fared even worse than on the left, where Crook’s veterans were at them. The Sixth Corps broke through, cutting in twin the Confederate army. Emory was dashing against the right wing of Ear- ly’s forces, Crook the left, while Wright burst the centre, and the whole disordered host was soon broken into fragments, and routed at every point. Fisher’s Hill -was won! The fight had been of brief duration. ‘“Rorward, boys!’ With a ringing shout the boys in blue dashed for- ward in pursuit of the fleeing gray-coats. — ‘‘Victory—victory—victory !”’ The glad cry rang out on every hand, and once more the beaten hosts of the South went back in wild and hopeless rout, utteringly overwhelmed. ~ Captain Chetwood was oe. leading his men (eo) “co de EbOOKS m