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like devils. We had no chance at all. They were dressed in the Union uniforms stolen from the dead at Chancellorsville and we didn't know, in our surprise at seeing men in Union clothes cutting us down, what to do. But Jon did. He never lost his head for a minute.
He ordered the retreat, and we fought our way to the cover of houses and fences and barns. Finally we formed and rested. There were a good many missing. And Jon—there was a dangerous look in his eyes when he saw it. The rebels had posted batteries and were shelling us.
"Boys," said Jon, quiet as a deacon, "I respect an honest rebel. But these are dressed in the uniforms of our dead brothers. What are you going to do about it? I think they outnumber us five or ten to one."
"Advance!" they yells, to a man.
And Jon ordered it.
Oh, that was different! You know how you fight when you re imposed upon. We drove 'em like cattle, riding them down, shooting
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