Cheering the spirits of his men.
And though his horse was slain, and he
Was wounded sorely in the knee,
A cooler man there could not be.
He was not chafed nor stirred the least,
But, gay as a guest at a wedding-feast,
He bade them strip his dying beast.
A famous seat the saddle made
Beneath a beech-tree’s spreading shade,
From whence the battle he surveyed.