United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
"Dear aunty, you are too well supplied ever to lose them for so slight
a cause. I wanted to show the perfection of your gift, and how well it
may serve me. You don't imagine that our cavalry evolutions are all
performed on straight turnpike roads, do you? Now you know that you
have given me an animal that can carry me wherever a horse can go, and
so have added much to my chances of safety. I can skim out of a melee
like a bird with Mayburn--for that shall be his name--where a
blundering, stupid horse would break my neck, if I wasn't shot. I saw
at once from his action what he could do. Where on earth did you get
such a creature?"
"Well," said the old lady, beaming with triumphant happiness, "I have
had agents on the lookout a long time. The man of whom you had your
first horse, then called Firebrand, found him; and he knew well that he
could not impose any inferior animal upon you. Are you really sincere
in saying that such a horse as this adds to your chances of safety?"
"Certainly. That's what I was trying to show you. Did you not see how
he would wind in and out among the trees and shrubbery--how he would
take a fence lightly without any floundering? There is just as much
difference among horses as among men. Some are simply awkward, heavy,
and stupid; others are vicious; more are good at times and under
ordinary circumstances, but fail you at a pinch. This horse is
thoroughbred and well broken. You must have paid a small fortune for
him."
"I never invested money that satisfied me better."
"It's like you to say so. Well, take the full comfort of thinking how
much you have added to my comfort and prospective well-being. That
gallop has already done me a world of good, and given me an appetite.
I'll have another turn across the country after breakfast, and throw
all evil presentiments to the winds."
"Why, now you talk sense. When you are in any more such moods as this
morning I shall prescribe horse."
Before New Year's day Graham had installed his aunt comfortably in
rooms adjoining the Hillands', and had thanked his friends for their
gift in a way that proved it to be appreciated. Mrs. Mayburn had been
cautioned never to speak of what he now regarded as a foolish and
unaccountable presentiment, arising, perhaps, from a certain degree of
morbidness of mind in all that related to Grace. Iss was on hand to act
as groom, and Graham rode out with Hilland and Grace several times
before his leave expired. Even at that day, when the city was full of
gallant men and fair women, many turned to look as the three passed
down the avenue.
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