taught to saddle and unsaddle, to fold the saddle blanket, to bridle and
unbridle, to ride with saddles, first at a walk, then a trot and then
at a gallop. We were then taught to ride with a sabre and then given
sabre exercises, and then the use of the pistol, then without saddles to
mount and dismount, first at a walk, then at a trot, then at a gallop
and then at the full speed of the horse; then to jump hurdles, then to
jump a hurdle, dismount, mount and jump another hurdle, the horse going
at full speed; then to use the sabre, cutting at leather balls, called
heads, one on a post, one on the ground and another on a post; then to
jump a hurdle and with the sabre to catch a ring at the same time from a
string suspended near the hurdle, then to cut a head on the ground, then
one on a post and then to jump another hurdle, catch another ring and
take another head. We were also taught the various platoon movements, and
occasionally on pleasant days we were taken out for long rides into the
country.
Visitors at the Point often wanted to see how the cadets lived, and
when they went about it right, i. e., made the acquaintance of certain
tactical officers, their requests were sometimes granted. Lieutenant K⸺g
came to my room one morning after he had made his regular inspection and
said that he had wanted to bring some visiting ladies and gentlemen over
to see my room, but from the looks of things he thought it inadvisable. I
replied that all would be in order in a few minutes, and when ready I’d
go to the hall door, where he could see me. To this he assented. My room
at that particular time was in bad order. O’C⸺r and I had our guns apart
and cleaning materials and rags scattered about the floor, and worse, two
of our classmates who lived across the hall from us brought their chairs
to our room, and we four were playing whist, but Lieutenant K⸺g was good
enough not to notice our visitors or cards, and he did not report us. In
a few minutes all was in order, and I went to the hall door as a signal.
In a few minutes more Lieutenant K⸺g arrived with, the visitors; they
wanted to see our guns, but fearing criticism he made an excuse that they
were all alike. O’C⸺r and I at once got our rifles and the Lieutenant was
amazed to see them in fine condition. Afterwards he told us that he did
not know how we put things in shape in such a short time.
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