My horse, Major, was a fust-rate animal, and I was as fond on him as ef he'd ben a human critter.

He warn't harnsome, but he was the best-tempered, stiddyest, lovenest brute I ever see.

I fust battle we went into, he gave me a lesson that I didn't forgit in a hurry, and I'll tell you how it was.

It ain't no use tryin' to picter the noise and hurry, and general horridness of a battle to you young fellers, for I ain't no words to do it in; but I'm free to confess that I got so sort of confused and upset at the fust on it, that I didn't know what I was about.

We was ordered to charge, and went ahead like good ones, never stoppin' to pick up them that went down in the scrimmage.