Trooper Tales — page 238: what you’re looking at

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222 ‘The Story of a Cavalry Horse. of the Black Horse troop must go. Sheridan was auc- tioned off for “what he would bring.” Oh, the shame oi it ! No cavalry horses are ever brought back from Porto Rico. A rich Spanish planter led the old black away from the life he loved. Over the muddy hills was borne the bugle call for feeding. Sheridan raised his head, whinnied and looked back. The Spaniard pulled at the halter, and the old troop-horse—no longer—obeyed as he had always done. There were only a few days more. The morning dawned when Sherry did not regain his feet. His soft, dark eyes seemed to linger upon other scenes. There was something unreadable in their misty depths. His old friends, the life and the trooper whom he had loved—all were gone. He would not touch grain. Even the strength of the mighty Sheridan had left him. No cav- alryman stood by to hold that drooping head and to cheer that breaking heart. . .. There was nothing left but the ghost of the old black charger—a ghost with a broken heart. But in the regulations it reads that old cavalry horse: must be condemned and sold “for what they will bring.” GComichdooks-com