A Ride With A Mad Horse In A Freight-Car | Page 6

transporting her had been made by a friend the
day before. A large, roomy car had been secured, its floor strewn with
bright, clean straw, a bucket and a bag of oats provided, and everything
done for her comfort. The car was to be attached to the through express,
in consideration of fifty dollars extra, which I gladly paid, because of
the greater rapidity with which it enabled me to make my journey. As
the brigade broke up into groups, I glanced at my watch and saw that I
had barely time to reach the cars before they started. I shook the reins
upon her neck, and with a plunge, startled at the energy of my signal,
away she flew. What a stride she had! What an elastic spring! She
touched and left the earth as if her limbs were of spiral wire. When I
reached the car my friend was standing in front of it, the gang-plank
was ready, I leaped from the saddle and, running up the plank into the
car, whistled to her; and she, timid and hesitating, yet unwilling to be
separated from me, crept slowly and cautiously up the steep incline and
stood beside me. Inside I found a complete suit of flannel clothes with a
blanket and, better than all, a lunch-basket. My friend explained that he
had bought the clothes as he came down to the depot, thinking, as he
said, 'that they would be much better than your regimentals,' and
suggested that I doff the one and don the other. To this I assented the

more readily as I reflected that I would have to pass one night at least in
the car, with no better bed than the straw under my feet. I had barely
time to undress before the cars were coupled and started. I tossed the
clothes to my friend with the injunction to pack them in my trunk and
express them on to me, and waved him my adieu. I arrayed myself in
the nice, cool flannel and looked around. The thoughtfulness of my
friend had anticipated every want. An old cane-seated chair stood in
one corner. The lunch-basket was large and well supplied. Amid the
oats I found a dozen oranges, some bananas, and a package of real
Havana cigars. How I called down blessings on his thoughtful head as I
took the chair and, lighting one of the fine-flavored figaros, gazed out
on the fields past which we were gliding, yet wet with morning dew.
As I sat dreamily admiring the beauty before me, Gulnare came and,
resting her head upon my shoulder, seemed to share my mood. As I
stroked her fine-haired, satin-like nose, recollection quickened and
memories of our companionship in perils thronged into my mind. I rode
again that midnight ride to Knoxville, when Burnside lay intrenched,
desperately holding his own, waiting for news from Chattanooga of
which I was the bearer, chosen by Grant himself because of the
reputation of my mare. What riding that was! We started, ten riders of
us in all, each with the same message. I parted company the first hour
out with all save one, an iron-gray stallion of Messenger blood. Jack
Murdock rode him, who learned his horsemanship from buffalo and
Indian hunting on the plains--not a bad school to graduate from. Ten
miles out of Knoxville the gray, his flanks dripping with blood,
plunged up abreast of the mare's shoulders and fell dead; and Gulnare
and I passed through the lines alone. I had ridden the terrible race
without whip or spur. With what scenes of blood and flight she would
ever be associated!
"And then I thought of home, unvisited for four long years--that home I
left a stripling, but to which I was returning a bronzed and brawny man.
I thought of mother and Bob--how they would admire her!--Of old Ben,
the family groom, and of that one who shall be nameless, whose picture
I had so often shown to Gulnare as the likeness of her future mistress;
had they not all heard of her, my beautiful mare, she who came to me
from the smoke and whirlwind, my battle-gift? How they would pat her

soft, smooth sides, and tie her mane with ribbons, and feed her with all
sweet things from open and caressing palm! And then I thought of one
who might come after her to bear her name and repeat at least some
portion of her beauty--a horse honored and renowned the country
through, because of the transmission of the mother's fame.
"About three o'clock in the afternoon a change came over Gulnare. I
had fallen asleep upon the straw, and she had come and awakened me
with a touch of her nose. The moment I started up I saw that something