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34 An Old War Horse

           

           “Andwhataboutthewoundedhorses?”Isaid;“weretheylefttodie?”

           “No,thearmyfarrierswentoverthefieldwiththeirpistolsandshotallthatwereruined;somethathadonlyslightwoundswerebroughtbackandattendedto,butthegreaterpartofthenoble,willingcreaturesthatwentoutthatmorningnevercameback!Inourstablestherewasonlyaboutoneinfourthatreturned.

           “Ineversawmydearmasteragain.Ibelievehefelldeadfromthesaddle.Ineverlovedanyothermastersowell.Iwentintomanyotherengagements,butwasonlyoncewounded,andthennotseriously;andwhenthewarwasoverIcamebackagaintoEngland,assoundandstrongaswhenIwentout.”

           Isaid,“Ihaveheardpeopletalkaboutwarasifitwasaveryfinething.”

           “Ah!”saidhe,“Ishouldthinktheyneversawit.Nodoubtitisveryfinewhenthereisnoenemy,whenitisjustexerciseandparadeandshamfight.Yes,itisveryfinethen;butwhenthousandsofgoodbravemenandhorsesarekilledorcrippledforlife,ithasaverydifferentlook.”

           “Doyouknowwhattheyfoughtabout?”saidI.

           “No,”hesaid,“thatismorethanahorsecanunderstand,buttheenemymusthavebeenawfullywickedpeople,ifitwasrighttogoallthatwayovertheseaonpurposetokillthem.”

           

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