Don't be afraid.

Nothing will hurt you." From the forks of the road the sound of volley firing grew stronger and, as if in response, the road to the Union rear now turned into a stream of living blue, with cavalry madly galloping and sweating infantry hurrying forward as fast as their legs could carry them.
"Look, Virgie, look!" her father cried, holding her head a little way above the wall.

"See those bayonets shining back there across the road.
A whole regiment of infantry.

And they're going up against our _men across an open field!_ By Jiminy, but those Yanks will get a mustard bath.

Ah-hah!" he chortled, as a roar of musketry broke out.