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tied, the dear old boy — usually with a smile of 

 conquest wandering through his gray beard — 

 would unroll his bundle before the fire and sleep 

 like a baby until reveille. Happy, happy days, 

 — and still happier nights ! 



Naturally, in such a life as we led at Union 

 City, our horses formed a very important ele- 

 ment in our occupation and in our amusements. 

 Soon after our arrival at Columbus, — an event 

 which had taken place a few months before, — 

 a spanking mare that I had bought to replace 

 Ruby had gone hopelessly lame, and it became 

 again important to all who were concerned in 

 my peace of mind, that a satisfactory substitute 

 should be found for her. I had still in my stable 

 a little thoroughbred (Guy), who, though excel- 

 lent in all respects, was a trifle under my weight, 

 and not at all up to the rough riding that was 

 a necessary part of our army life. He could go 

 anywhere, could jump any practicable barrier, 

 was fleet and sound, and in all respects admira- 

 ble, but he was made for a lighter weight than 

 mine, and, except for show and parade riding, 

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