The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-06-17

were screening Ike IeIy ueIHOHS IT
 the air, when Mimic balls were whist
 ling and falling thickly as hail from a
 black summer cloud, when the defiant
 Confederate yell blended savagely with
 the roar of artillery and the rattle of
 musketry, when men were falling like
 leaves from a tree stricken with frost,
 when the ground was wet with blood
 and the air charged with death, when
 the last line was giving way before
 the murderous fire, the scared battle
 flags of the foe already in sight trem-
 bling on the verge of one dark and
 broad sulphurous cloud of smoke, we
 saw General Buell. astride his noble
 horse, dash into the thickest of the
 fight deserted by his staff, and with
 gleaming sword rally the breaking line
 and snatch victory from the very jaws
 of defeat and as we witnessed the thrill
 ling scene, we scarcely knew which to
 admire the most, the reckless indiffer-
 ence to death or the gallantry of the
 horse and the man. The courage ex-
 hibited by both bordered on the sub
 lime No poltrom would have ventured
 into that hotbed of storm and danger,
 and the horse was as calm as the hand
 and iron will that guided him.
 General Buells Red Oak
 The above description of General Car
 Jos Buell. and his famous war horse Red
 Oak was written long ago by one who
 saw them or the second day of the
 battle of Shiloh. The general, in writ
 ing to the author of this series of
 papers, says: T suppose it is a fact
 that horse which I rode during the Rebellion acquired considerable de-
 gree of notoriety within the limit of his acquaintance, as one might say.
 Not however, for the generous traits that are usually ascribed to the war horse; but for his vicious behavior as vel perhaps, as for his endurance and good looks He was a thoroughbred,
 bright, handsome sorrel, sixteen hands high, six years old, and came to me with the name of Red Oak. He had been on the turf and had made a repu- tation for unma.nageableness on the course. I was not aware of his uncivil qualities when I bought him, but I was soon made acquainted with them. Nevertheless I continued to use him to the exclusion of horse of better dis position having an idea savoring somewhat of conceit that good mas ter can reform a bad horse. I succeed ed to a considerable extent, but he was refractory under fire and unsafe to the last He was dangerous to any horse and rider that came alongside of him, so that on the march he was generally allowed the largest part of the road Once, when tied to the picket line, he broke the arm of a passing soldier who innocently came within the reach of his heels. On. another occasion, when he was being being brought out for me to mount, he stopped and, with his ears laid back deliberately lay down, evil | dently to rid himself of the rider. The proceeding was so much milder than his usual way of showing dlssatisfac | tion that ie seemed like a well-meant | warning to the groom, who had prob ably never mounted him before and | for whom constant association had giv- en him friendly feeling. I parted | with him when l left the Army of the Ohio. His new master was duly warn ed about him, but was thrown and se- riously hurt the first time-whlch was the last time--of mounting him. Red Oak was then turned over to the quartermastef's department. and had to make some atonement for his pranks
 General Buells Favorites.
 This, my dear General Wilson, is not, perhaps the kind of horse that should have a place In your series, and you will readily perceive that do not introduce him to you for that purpose. I could. however. tell you of a horse that I rode in the Mexican war entirely unlike Red Oak in tenn per- and deserving of the highest eulo- giun1--a Kentucky thoroughbred six years old at the beginning of the war, spirited and intelligent, beautiful in style, kind in disposition, and totally lndsturbed by the noise and excite nent of battle. But the war horse of literature is not supposed to have any with the station of young ieutenant. We had been firm friends or nearly four years when I lost him tt sea on the voyage from Tampico to | Jera Cruz, the sailing vessel on which | le was shipped being kept out twenty lays by stress of weather during which Decatur died. In striking contrast to him in tenn ( erament, but still worthy to be hon. { red, was 6. horse owned by the adju- ant of my regiment, Lieutenant Irwin ,ho was killed on him in the battle of fonterey. This horse was also a s splendid in battle under ( he rider, but when brought to stand nd unmounted he seemed completely . nnerved and trembled as though he I 'oud fall to the ground, I You will doubtless think that I am I lying you more horse history than ou asked for The excuse must be . hat you have touched tender-spot : l my appreciation of our animal com anions. It seems to me that I have { cen on horseback all my life, and I es- aem the use and management of pirited horse under the saddle as most and health giving as well S the most adorning physical exercise } which man or woman can resort. I m now riding horse that I have had pr nineteen years-a son of the famed / lexington of Alexander stock fame. He nearly 23 years old, and has still tht / pirit and appearance of young horse; / ut he has never been touched by har- ess and has led an easy and com 1rt able life"