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WHIP AND SPUR. 



It would take long to tell all he did and how 

 perfectly he did it ; he went back at last to his 

 canvas blanket, loaded with adulation, and as 

 happy as it is given a horse to be. 



In his leaping he had started a shoe, and Ike 

 took him in the morning to the smith (who had 

 taken possession of an actual forge), to have it 

 reset. A moment later, the Hun cried, "My 

 God, Colonel, look at Ruby ! " 



Hobbling along with one hind foot drawn up 

 with pain, he was making his last mournful 

 march, and we laid him that day to rest, — as true 

 a friend and as faithful a fellow as ever wore a 

 chestnut coat. 



He had reared in the shop, parted his halter, 

 and fallen under a bench, breaking his thigh far 

 up above the stifle. 



