Page 142 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

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“ r T ' H E horse! the horse;! Here he is! here he is 1 *
j shouted Jack, taking out after him as hard as he

could, and calling to Jake to come on. In a minute
or two the horse was far beyond them, and they stopped to
listen and get his direction ; and while they were talking,
even the sound of his trampling died away. But they had
found him- They knew he w is still there, a wild horse in

the woods.
In their excitement all their fear had vanished as quickly
as it had come. Jake suggested something about being cut
off at the tree, but Jack pooh-poohed it now. He was all re
with excitement. How sjlad his mother would he ! What

would not the soldiers say? 'Y o u didn't see him, Ja k e ?"
No, Jake admitted he did not, but he heard him. And Jack
described him-—two white feet, one a fore foot and one a
hind foot, a star in his forehead, and a beautiful mane and

tail. Jake suddenly found that he had seen him. They went
back to the little open place in the ravine where the horse
had been. It was a low, damp spot between very high banks,
that a little higher—at a point where the water in rainy
weather, running over a fallen log in the hill-side, had washed