pack of trained hounds.
Delivering his sealed message to General Lee
in person, who, after reading it, noticing how tired his pony was, said to him: ‘Young man, you should have some feeling for your horse; dismount and rest him!’
at the same time taking from the small saddle-bags attached to his own saddle a buttered biscuit, giving half of it, from his own hand, to the young courier's pony.
This act of consideration for the dumb beast made a lasting impression upon my then youthful mind, and taught me ever since to treat all animals as if they had feelings as ourselves.
At the moment it occurred to me, hungry
as I was, that he had better have divided his biscuit with the rider of the animal, or myself; but I soon appreciated the motive of his hospitality to the poor beast, and, as before stated, learned a lesson in kindness to animals I shall not soon forget.
Walter B. Barker
507 Broadway, New York City