. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . rtial spectators of the passage at arms soobligingly brought to them by fortune. Past the open places Clendenin carried his men at full speed. Comingto stretches where his flanks were secured tiy the fencing, he formed his rearcompany into sections or platoons, as the width of the road permitted; sowith equalized front, the carbine fire he opened upon the enemy checked hisadvance; then when the latter, dismounted, had thrown down the rail
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . rtial spectators of the passage at arms soobligingly brought to them by fortune. Past the open places Clendenin carried his men at full speed. Comingto stretches where his flanks were secured tiy the fencing, he formed his rearcompany into sections or platoons, as the width of the road permitted; sowith equalized front, the carbine fire he opened upon the enemy checked hisadvance; then when the latter, dismounted, had thrown down the rails rightand left, he resumed the retreat. Where the dusty roadway crept up aheight, he presented a line on the summit, and held the advantage until aflank was again menaced. His command, it is to be observed, was finelymounted, and composed of veterans tactically perfect and used to combat; soa tyro can understand how. in the absence of artillery, the game he jtlayedwas easy enough, and as he too was flghting for time, that is, to keep theBaltimore pike free for the passage of my column, the progress of his pur-suers was necessarily slow and < UJ I IxJ \;O AMERICAN HEROISM. 535 At last Clendeniu reached Ilrbana, and tore through it hard as his horsescould go. On a slight elevation beyond the last straggling house, he haltedand faced his troops to the rear in column of sections. The village lay fairto view, and to appearances deserted. There was no ol)struction in the mainstreet, not so much as a wagon. The day was hot; his horses were jaded, andthe men suffering with thirst. He knew that what was true of his own peo-ple must be true of the enemy. Nobody was pursuing them. They could ^topif it suited them. Would they stop? Would they break ranks, and scatter insearch of water and something to eat? The presence of the Yankees wasnothing. Had they not been hunting them all day? He saw them come they filled the street; then they liroke ranks, and sa
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