first time Iâd ever been on a railroad. Youâll never see a railroad, Tom, and I donât figure I can give you much idea of it. Horses and menâall of âemâhave to get into sort of stables on iron wheels, like big carts with roofs on, and then these carts go âlong on their own. Itâs all done with noise and smoke and shaking about, but itâs a nasty, dirty smoke, not like the wood smoke here. The shaking makes you afeared of losing your feet and falling, and the smell in itselfâs ânuff to upset a horse. The whole thingâs scaryâall the rumblinâ and banging, and then maybe the whole shebang stops suddenly and pitches you one way or tâother. One horse gets to panicking and then maybe it spreads. I donât like railroads, but you can get used to âem, like everything else.
We went a long way on this railroadâhundreds of miles, I figure. It was only jest Captain Joe had comeânot his brother. It must have taken quite a whileâlongerân I thoughtâbecause when we finâlly got off, âtwarnât winter. It was real warm and the air smelt beautifulâall green leaves and flowers. There was ânother smell, tooâsomething Iâd never smelt before: a salty, muddy kind of a smell, like a lot of salty water. And a day or two later, when Joe and some of his men took us out along the country a piece, I seed that was âzackly what it was. All along to one side of us there was this water in among the land: great fields of water, all moving up anâ down, and smelling of salt and mud. And even the air, too, seemed to be sort of wateryâall soft and thick. Slowed you down anâ made it harder to breathe.
That was the strangest country Iâve ever seed. When we went out on them cavalry rides, as they call âem, we was forever working along the banks oâ creeks and picking our way acrost soft ground, marshes and mud, and every now and then weâd come out and see this great field of salt water rocking up and down. There was flowers everywhereâ big, colored flowers with strong, sweet smells. The roses was bigger and smelt strongerân any Iâd ever seed back home, and there was lots of long, climbing plants, some of them with bright red fruit growing on them. Joe gave me some to eat; they was goodâredder and softerân apples, but tasting different.
And then one day, while we was riding nice and easy along the bank of a big river, we came round the corner of a grove of live oaks and there, not fifty yards ahead, was the General. He warnât riding Richmond; he was riding Brown-Roan, and seemed like he was looking around him, kinda getting to know the place. Soon as he seed him, Joe pushed his heels into my sides and clicked his tongue, and we went straight acrost. Joe saluted. When the General seed who âtwas, he smiled.
âAh!â he said. âThereâs my colt! So youâve brung my colt, Captain Broun, have you?â
I think I knowed right thenâthat very momentâthat I was going to belong to the General. Somehow seemed likeâwell, my fate, I guess. I felt I wouldnât mind not getting to the War, if only he was to become my master. I felt sure, too, that heâd never really forgotten me since the day we first met on that mountain, anâ he looked jest as I remembered him, âceptinâ now heâd growed a white beard.
Well, Tom, I guess you ainât biting your tail and waiting to hear what happened next, âcause you know he
did
become my master. It took a while, though. I went to the General for some-odd days and then I was taken back to Joe. But somehow that didnât worry me none, âcause all the time the General was riding me I jest knowed I was meant to be his horse and that he felt the same and had no fault to find with me. The second time I was taken back to him, I knowed it was for keeps.
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