42 WHIP AND SPUR. 



of us become in the presence of unmerited 

 praise. 



One evening Gluckmansklegge came to my tent 

 door : " Escoose, Col-o-nel, may I come 1 " And 

 then, flinging out his eye-glass with a toss of 

 the head, he went on, with his imperfect Eng- 

 lish, to tell me he had just learned from his 

 lieutenant that I could find no horse to suit 

 me ; that he had a good one strong enough for 

 my weight, and, he thought, even good enough 

 for my needs. He had bought him in St. Louis 

 from the quartermaster, and would I oblige 

 him by trying him 1 He was quite at my ser- 

 vice, at the government price, for he, being 

 lighter, could easily replace him. Did I remem- 

 ber his horse, — his " Fuchs " 1 " He is good, 

 nice, strong horse, an he yoomp ! — yei ! ! " 



I did remember his horse, and I had seen 

 him "yoomp." It had long been a subject of 

 regret to think that such an animal should be 

 in the regiment, yet not on my own picket-line. 

 It was well known that great prices had been 

 offered for him, only to make Gluckmansklegge 



