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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War. 19 1 Browse Search
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1862-3; a camp-fire blazing under an oak, and Captain Blunderbus conversing with a Staff Officer on inspections as they come! If ever you hear people say that Blunderbus is a mere trooper, old fellow — that he cares forut a tremendous warrior, which will be a lie; for Blunderbus is only an old Captain of Cavalry, good at few thld would know exactly how the truth was. Oh, that Blunderbus was an author! I have my doubts about the figglass frame. I shouldn't wonder if they made me, Blunderbus, the old bear, a perfect carpet knight --all airs shirt or no. (Tickler extends the canteen, which Blunderbus takes, offers his friend, and drinks from.) Ticklt such bad fellows after all, my dear friend; and Blunderbus will answer for their peaceful propensities. Notund, one from a long-range Spencer rifle striking Blunderbus on the buckle of his sword belt, and knocking him the oak. Ha! ha! You are a philosopher, my dear Blunderbus, and a real peace missionary-but the force of cir
n that an officer did kill his horse under the circumstances narrated. Thus the mind is left in a state of bewilderment as to how much is true and how much is false in the worthy's story; and perhaps the safest proceeding would be to set down the whole as an historical romance. I have thought it best to convey this caution to the reader, lest the narrative here given might cast discredit upon the other papers in these Outlines, which contain, with the exception of Corporal Shabrach and Blunderbus, events and details of strict historical accuracy. I have never told you, said Longbow, of the curious adventures which I met with in the Valley in 1861, and how I got my fine blood bay, and lost him. I was then a private, but had just been detailed as volunteer aide to Colonel Jackson-he was not General or Stonewall yet-and had reported a few days before the engagement at Falling Waters. I need not inform you of the state of affairs at that time, further than to say that while Bea