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 above his head, and, with a powerful blow that resounded through the
midnight air, sent him reeling over the trench among his slumbering
companions. Then, with a shout that would tend to raise the dead, he
began to empty his revolver into the rapidly awakening rebel soldiers
below. Quick-witted Sergeant Schriner had no sooner heard the blow of
the rifle and the shout of his commanding officer, till he had taken in
the situation. He gave the order for a charge; and this small band of
Uncle Sam's men rushed like demons, screaming and yelling like maniacs,
toward the little bridge--then over it, and began to pour an awful,
close-range fire into the confused mass of humanity beyond the trench.
The effect was magical. The drowsy enemy, taken unawares, routed and
disorganized, beat a disgraceful retreat. In vain their officers tried
to make them stand; but the thought uppermost in every man's mind was
how to get to a place of security in the quickest possible time. In less
time than it takes to tell it; there we