AN OLD WAR HORSE.
stretch our legs. The ship sometimes rolled about in high winds, and we were knocked about, and felt bad enough. However, at last, it came to an end, and we were hauled up, and swung over again to the land; we were very glad, and snorted, and neighed for joy, when we once more felt firm ground under our feet.
We soon found that the country we had come to was very different to our own, and that we had many hardships to endure besides the fighting; but many of the men were so fond of their horses, that they did every thing they could to make them comfortable, in spite of snow, wet, and all things out of order.
"But what about the fighting?" said I; "was not that worse than anything else?"
"Well," said he, "I hardly know; we always liked to hear the trumpet sound, and to be called out, and were impatient to start off, though sometimes we had to stand for hours, waiting for the word of command; and when the word was given, we used to spring forward as gaily and eagerly as if there were no cannon balls, bayonets, or bullets. I believe so long as we felt our rider firm in the saddle, and his hand steady on the bridle, not one of us gave way to fear, not even when the terrible bombshells whirled through the air and burst into a thousand pieces.
"I, with my noble master went into many actions together without a wound; and though I saw horses shot down with bullets, pierced through with lance,