the-ground, and broke the colonel's camp cot, got tangled in the guy
ropes, and tore everything loose and jumped out in the street, and began
to paw and snort. I suppose there was a thousand people around by that
time, soldiers and citizens, and I sat there on that horse and wished I
was dead, and I guess the colonel did so too.

Finally it was time to move, and the colonel sent out the brigade colors
to me, and the start started up street towards the funeral. My horse
started with them, and seemed proud of the flag, and I guess he would
have gone along all right, only a band down the street began to play
a waltz. Do you know, that spotted horse began to waltz around just as
though he was in a circus, and I couldn't keep him straight to save me.
The colonel seemed mortified, as we were approaching the place where the
services were to be held, and it was necessary to appear solemn.
Finally we began to get out of hearing of the band, and my horse stopped
waltzing, but he kept up a-dancing, and snorting from the red pepper,
until I could have killed him. When the colonel and his staff, including
myself and the circus-horse, arrived at the place where the funeral was,
another band was playing a very solemn sort of a funeral tune, and for a
wonder my horse did not act up at all. He seemed to stand and think, as
though trying to make out what kind of music it was. He had evidently
never heard such music in the circus and did not know what to do. When
the body was brought out of the house, and the procession started down
the street for the grave, a drum major, with a staff in his hand, came
along by me, and I have always thought my horse took the drum major for
the ring master of a circus, for he reared up and walked on his hind
feet, and pawed the air, and made a spectacle of me that made me so
ashamed that I wanted to be killed. I had the brigade colors in one
hand, and had only one hand and two feet to cling on the horse by, and I
must have looked like a cat climbing the roof of a whitewashed barn. The
drum major got scared at my horse walking towards him in that way, and
he lost his bear-skin cap off and fell over it, and rolled in the sand,
and the horse, thinking that was a part of the circus turned and kicked
at the drum major with both his hind feet, until the poor assistant
musician got up and climbed over a fence. The horse got quiet then,
only he began to nibble his fore leg, as though trying to untie a
handkerchief