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“
Fearful
as
it
was
,
no
one
stopped
,
no
one
turned
back
.
Every
moment
the
ranks
were
thinned
,
but
as
our
comrades
fell
,
we
closed
in
to
keep
them
together
;
and
instead
of
being
shaken
or
staggered
in
our
pace
our
gallop
became
faster
and
faster
as
we
neared
the
cannon
.
“
My
master
,
my
dear
master
was
cheering
on
his
comrades
with
his
right
arm
raised
on
high
,
when
one
of
the
balls
whizzing
close
to
my
head
struck
him
.
I
felt
him
stagger
with
the
shock
,
though
he
uttered
no
cry
;
I
tried
to
check
my
speed
,
but
the
sword
dropped
from
his
right
hand
,
the
rein
fell
loose
from
the
left
,
and
sinking
backward
from
the
saddle
he
fell
to
the
earth
;
the
other
riders
swept
past
us
,
and
by
the
force
of
their
charge
I
was
driven
from
the
spot
.
“
I
wanted
to
keep
my
place
by
his
side
and
not
leave
him
under
that
rush
of
horses
’
feet
,
but
it
was
in
vain
;
and
now
without
a
master
or
a
friend
I
was
alone
on
that
great
slaughter
ground
;
then
fear
took
hold
on
me
,
and
I
trembled
as
I
had
never
trembled
before
;
and
I
too
,
as
I
had
seen
other
horses
do
,
tried
to
join
in
the
ranks
and
gallop
with
them
;
but
I
was
beaten
off
by
the
swords
of
the
soldiers
.
Just
then
a
soldier
whose
horse
had
been
killed
under
him
caught
at
my
bridle
and
mounted
me
,
and
with
this
new
master
I
was
again
going
forward
;
but
our
gallant
company
was
cruelly
overpowered
,
and
those
who
remained
alive
after
the
fierce
fight
for
the
guns
came
galloping
back
over
the
same
ground
.
Some
of
the
horses
had
been
so
badly
wounded
that
they
could
scarcely
move
from
the
loss
of
blood
;
other
noble
creatures
were
trying
on
three
legs
to
drag
themselves
along
,
and
others
were
struggling
to
rise
on
their
fore
feet
,
when
their
hind
legs
had
been
shattered
by
shot
.
After
the
battle
the
wounded
men
were
brought
in
and
the
dead
were
buried
”
“
And
what
about
the
wounded
horses
?
”
I
said
;
“
were
they
left
to
die
?
”
“
No
,
the
army
farriers
went
over
the
field
with
their
pistols
and
shot
all
that
were
ruined
;
some
that
had
only
slight
wounds
were
brought
back
and
attended
to
,
but
the
greater
part
of
the
noble
,
willing
creatures
that
went
out
that
morning
never
came
back
!
In
our
stables
there
was
only
about
one
in
four
that
returned
.
“
I
never
saw
my
dear
master
again
.
I
believe
he
fell
dead
from
the
saddle
.
I
never
loved
any
other
master
so
well
.
I
went
into
many
other
engagements
,
but
was
only
once
wounded
,
and
then
not
seriously
;
and
when
the
war
was
over
I
came
back
again
to
England
,
as
sound
and
strong
as
when
I
went
out
.
”
I
said
,
“
I
have
heard
people
talk
about
war
as
if
it
was
a
very
fine
thing
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
he
,
“
I
should
think
they
never
saw
it
.
No
doubt
it
is
very
fine
when
there
is
no
enemy
,
when
it
is
just
exercise
and
parade
and
sham
fight
.
Yes
,
it
is
very
fine
then
;
but
when
thousands
of
good
brave
men
and
horses
are
killed
or
crippled
for
life
,
it
has
a
very
different
look
.
”
