and despotic demands of a most foul and unnatural Rebellion.
"Halloo! Doctor! where did that 'animile' come from," inquired the Major, who formed one of a crowd, on the afternoon of the last day of their stay in the Head Quarters Spruce Retreat, as the little Dutch Doctor strutted alongside of a Corporal of an adjoining regiment, who led by a halter, extemporized from a musket-strap and a cross-belt, a small light dun horse.
"Mine, Major! Pay forty-five tollar—have pay five, only forty yet to get. How you like him? What you tink?"
The "only forty yet to get" amused the crowd, but the Major, with the gravity of a connoisseur, walked around the beast, nipped his legs, and opened his mouth.
"Doctor, it's a pity to use this beast—only two years old, and never shod. Is he broke?"
"No. No broke anywhere. Have look at whole of him."
The crowd laughed, and the Major with them.
"You don't understand me. Can you ride him?"
"Me no ride him, no saddle. Corporal, him ride all round."
The Corporal stated that he was broken in so far as to allow riding, and was very gentle, as indeed was apparent from the looks of the animal.