40 WHIP AND SPUR. 



so. Sometimes one almost wished himself back 

 in civil life, away from such constant annoy- 

 ances. 



We had in the regiment one Captain Graf von 

 Gluckmansklegge, who was in many respects the 

 most accomplished and skilful officer of us all. 

 His life had been passed in the profession, and he 

 had only left his position of major in a Bavarian 

 Uhlan regiment to draw his sabre in defence of 

 "die Freiheit," in America, as senior captain of 

 the Fourth Missouri Cavalry. He was an officer 

 of Asboth's selection, and had many of that vet- 

 eran's qualities. Tall, thin, of elegant figure, as 

 perfect a horseman as good natural advantages 

 and good training could make, and near-sighted, 

 as a German cavalry officer must be, he was as 

 natty a fellow as ever wore an eye-glass and a 

 blond mustache. He was, at the same time, a 

 man of keen worldly shrewdness and of quick 

 judgment, — qualities which, in his case, may 

 have been sharpened by long practice at those 

 games of chance with which it has not been unu- 

 sual for European officers to preface their coming 



