Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Volume 1, No. 4, September, 1850
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you, and that each bound of the noble beast beneath you has its impulse
in your own heart.
Although the cavalry squadrons I was dispatched to overtake had quitted
Nancy four hours before, I came up with them in less than an hour, and
inquiring for the officer in command, rode up to the head of the
division. He was a thin, gaunt-looking, stern-featured man who listened
to my message without changing a muscle.
"Who sent you with this order?" said he.
"A general officer, sir, whose name I don't know; but who told me to
take his own horse and follow you."
"Did he tell you to kill the animal, sir," said he, pointing to the
heaving flanks and shaking tail of the exhausted beast.
"He bolted with me at first, major, and having cleared the ditch of the
Boulevard, rode away with me."
"Why it's Colonel Mahon's Arab, 'Aleppo,'" said another officer; "what
could have persuaded him to mount an orderly on a best worth ten
thousand francs?"
I thought I'd have fainted, as I heard these words; the whole
consequences of my act revealed themselves before me, and I saw arrest,
trial, sentence, imprisonment, and heaven knew what afterward, like a
panorama rolling out to my view.
"Tell the colonel, sir," said the major, "that I have taken the north
road, intending to cross over at Beaumont; that the artillery trains
have cut up the Metz road so deeply that cavalry can not travel; tell
him that I thank him much for his politeness in forwarding this dispatch
to me; and tell him, that I regret the rules of active service should
prevent my sending back an escort to place yourself under arrest, for
the manner in which you have ridden--you hear, sir?"
I touched my cap in salute.
"Are you certain, sir, that you have my answer correctly?"
"I am, sir."
"Repeat it, then."
I mentioned the reply, word for word, as he spoke it.
"No, sir," said he, as I concluded; "I said for unsoldierlike and cruel
treatment to your horse."
One of his officers whispered something in his ear, and he quietly
added--
"I find that I had not used these words, but I ought to have done so;
give the message, therefore, as you heard it at first."
"Mahon will shoot him, to a certainty," muttered one of the captains.
"I'd not blame him," joined another; "that horse saved his life at
Quiberon, when he fell in with a patrol; and look at him now!"
The major made a sign for me to retire, and I turned and set out toward
Nancy, with the feelings of a convict on the way to his fate.
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