A RIDE WITH A MAD HORSE IN A CAR. 221 



I thought her dead, but to my great joy she short- 

 ly recovered her senses. I had the wound carefully 

 dressed by our brigade surgeon, from whose care 

 she came in a month, with the edges of the wound 

 so nicely united that the eye could with difficulty 

 detect the scar. This night, as usual, she lay at 

 ly side, her head almost touching mine. Never 

 jfore, unless when on a raid, and in face of 

 le enemy, had I seen her so uneasy. Her 

 lovements during the night compelled wakeful- 

 ness on my part. The sky was cloudless, and in 

 le dim light I lay and watched her. Now she 

 '•ould stretch herself at full length, and rub her 

 lead on the ground. Then she would start up, 

 id, sitting on her haunches, like a dog, lift one 

 )re leg and paw her neck and ears. Anon she 

 rould rise to her feet and shake herself, walk off 

 few rods, return, and lie down again by my side, 

 did not know what to make of it, unless the 

 excitement of the day had been too much for her 

 jnsitive nerves. I spoke to her kindly, and petted 

 ler. In response she would rub her nose against 

 le, and lick my hand with her tongue — a pecu- 

 iar habit of hers — like a dog. As I was passing 

 ly hand over her head, I discovered that it was 

 )t, and the thought of the old wound flashed into 

 ly mind, with a momentary fear that something 

 ight be wrong about her brain, but, after think- 

 F^ing it over, I dismissed it as incredible. Still I 



