Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
The United States had declared war against Mexico; and volunteers were
invited to join the army.
Among other idlers, I enrolled myself.
It was probably a very unwise act; but many thousands have done the same
thing; and I claim an equal right with others to act foolishly, if so
inclined. We are all guilty of wise and foolish actions, or more
properly speaking, of good and bad ones; and often, when desirous of
doing the one, it ends by our committing the other.
After being "mustered into the service," we were sent into the country
to a rendezvous, where the corps to which I belonged, which was to form
part of a cavalry regiment, received its allotted number of horses.
To have pointed out a particular horse to a particular man, and have
said "that is yours," would have given occasion for many to declare that
partiality had been shown. For this reason, an arrangement was made by
which each man was allowed to choose his own horse.
The animals were ranged in a line, by being tied to a rail fence; and
then we were all mustered in rank, about two hundred and fifty yards to
the rear. It was then made known, that on a signal being given, each
one of us might take the horse that suited him best.
The word of command was at length given; and a more interesting foot
race was perhaps never witnessed, than came off on that occasion.
I was good at running; but unfortunately but a poor judge of horse
flesh.
Only three or four of the company reached the fence before me; and I had
nearly all the horses from which to make my choice.
I selected one, with a short neck and long flowing tail. He was of
coal-black colour; and, in my opinion, the best looking horse of the
lot. It was an intellectual animal--a horse of character--if ever a
horse had any mental peculiarities entitling him to such distinction.
It was the first steed I ever had the chance of bestriding; and the
movement by which I established myself on his back must have been either
very cleverly, or very awkwardly executed: since it greatly excited the
mirth of my companions.
The horse had a knack of dispensing with any disagreeable encumbrance;
and having been so long a "Rolling Stone," I had not yet acquired the
skill of staying where I was not wanted.
When I placed the steed between my legs, he immediately gave me a hint
to leave. I know not whether the hint was a strong one or not; but I do
know that it produced the result the horse desired: since he and I
instantly parted company.
I was informed that the animal came from Kentucky; and I have not the
least doubt about this having been the case, for after dealing me a
sommersault, it started off in the direction of the "dark and bloody
ground," and was only stopped on its journey by a six foot fence.
Those who were dissatisfied with the result of their choice, had
permission to exchange horses with any other with whom they could make
an arrangement.
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