A Horse's Tale
†††"A Horse's Tale" is a novel written partially in the voice of Soldier Boy, who is Buffalo Bill's favorite horse, at a fictional frontier outpost with the U.S. 7th Cavalry.
A Horse's Tale
by Mark Twain
Chapter I. Soldier Boy―Privately To Himself
†††I am Buffalo BillТs horse. I have spent my life under his saddleЦ with him in it, too, and he is good for two hundred pounds, without his clothes; and there is no telling how much he does weigh when he is out on the war-path and has his batteries belted on. He is over six feet, is young, hasnТt an ounce of waste flesh, is straight, graceful, springy in his motions, quick as a cat, and has a handsome face, and black hair dangling down on his shoulders, and is beautiful to look at; and nobody is braver than he is, and nobody is stronger, except myself. Yes, a person that doubts that he is fine to see should see him in his beaded buck-skins, on my back and his rifle peeping above his shoulder, chasing a hostile trail, with me going like the wind and his hair streaming out behind from the shelter of his broad slouch. Yes, he is a sight to look at then Ц and IТm part of it myself.
†††I am his favorite horse, out of dozens. Big as he is, I have carried him eighty-one miles between nightfall and sunrise on the scout; and I am good for fifty, day in and day out, and all the time. I am not large, but I am built on a business basis. I have carried him thousands and thousands of miles on scout duty for the army, and thereТs not a gorge, nor a pass, nor a valley, nor a fort, nor a trading post, nor a buffalo-range in the whole sweep of the Rocky Mountains and the Great Plains that we donТt know as well as we know the bugle-calls. He is Chief of Scouts to the Army of the Frontier, and it makes us very important. In such a position as I hold in the military service one needs to be of good family and possess an education much above the common to be worthy of the place. I am the best-educated horse outside of the hippodrome, everybody says, and the best-mannered. It may be so, it is not for me to say; modesty is the best policy, I think. Buffalo Bill taught me the most of what I know, my mother taught me much, and I taught myself the rest. Lay a row of moccasins before me Ц Pawnee, Sioux, Shoshone, Cheyenne, Blackfoot, and as many other tribes as you please Ц and I can name the tribe every moccasin belongs to by the make of it. Name it in horse-talk, and could do it in American if I had speech.
†††I know some of the Indian signs Ц the signs they make with their hands, and by signal-fires at night and columns of smoke by day. Buffalo Bill taught me how to drag wounded soldiers out of the line of fire with my teeth; and IТve done it, too; at least IТve dragged him out of the battle when he was wounded. And not just once, but twice. Yes, I know a lot of things. I remember forms, and gaits, and faces; and you canТt disguise a person thatТs done me a kindness so that I wonТt know him thereafter wherever I find him. I know the art of searching for a trail, and I know the stale track from the fresh. I can keep a trail all by myself, with Buffalo Bill asleep in the saddle; ask him Ц he will tell you so. Many a time, when he has ridden all night, he has said to me at dawn, УTake the watch, Boy; if the trail freshens, call me.Ф Then he goes to sleep. He knows he can trust me, because I have a reputation. A scout horse that has a reputation does not play with it.
†††My mother was all American Ц no alkali-spider about her, I can tell you; she was of the best blood of Kentucky, the bluest Blue-grass aristocracy, very proud and acrimonious Ц or maybe it is ceremonious. I donТt know which it is. But it is no matter; size is the main thing about a word, and that oneТs up to standard. She spent her military life as colonel of the Tenth Dragoons, and saw a deal of rough service Ц distinguished service it was, too. I mean, she carried the Colonel; but itТs all the same. Where would he be without his horse? He wouldnТt arrive. It takes two to make a colonel of dragoons. She was a fine dragoon horse, but never got above that. She was strong enough for the scout service, and had the endurance, too, but she couldnТt quite come up to the speed required; a scout horse has to have steel in his muscle and lightning in his blood.
†††My father was a bronco. Nothing as to lineage Ц that is, nothing as to recent lineage Ц but plenty good enough when you go a good way back. When Professor Marsh was out here hunting bones for the chapel of Yale University he found skeletons of horses no bigger than a fox, bedded in the rocks, and he said they were ancestors of my father. My mother heard him say it; and he said those skeletons were two million years old, which astonished her and made her Kentucky pretensions look small and pretty antiphonal, not to say oblique. Let me see. I used to know the meaning of those words, but well, it was years ago, and ТtisnТt as vivid now as it was when they were fresh. That sort of words doesnТt keep, in the kind of climate we have out here. Professor Marsh said those skeletons were fossils. So that makes me part blue grass and part fossil; if there is any older or better stock, you will have to look for it among the Four Hundred, I reckon. I am satisfied with it. And am a happy horse, too, though born out of wedlock.
†††And now we are back at Fort Paxton once more, after a forty-day scout, away up as far as the Big Horn. Everything quiet. Crows and Blackfeet squabbling Ц as usual Ц but no outbreaks, and settlers feeling fairly easy.
†††The Seventh Cavalry still in garrison, here; also the Ninth Dragoons, two artillery companies, and some infantry. All glad to see me, including General Alison, commandant. The officersТ ladies and children well, and called upon me Ц with sugar. Colonel Drake, Seventh Cavalry, said some pleasant things; Mrs. Drake was very complimentary; also Captain and Mrs. Marsh, Company B, Seventh Cavalry; also the Chaplain, who is always kind and pleasant to me, because I kicked the lungs out of a trader once. It was Tommy Drake and Fanny Marsh that furnished the sugar Ц nice children, the nicest at the post, I think.
†††That poor orphan child is on her way from France Ц everybody is full of the subject. Her father was General AlisonТs brother; married a beautiful young Spanish lady ten years ago, and has never been in America since. They lived in Spain a year or two, then went to France. Both died some months ago. This little girl that is coming is the only child. General Alison is glad to have her. He has never seen her. He is a very nice old bachelor, but is an old bachelor just the same and isnТt more than about a year this side of retirement by age limit; and so what does he know about taking care of a little maid nine years old? If I could have her it would be another matter, for I know all about children, and they adore me. Buffalo Bill will tell you so himself.
†††I have some of this news from over-hearing the garrison-gossip, the rest of it I got from Potter, the GeneralТs dog. Potter is the great Dane. He is privileged, all over the post, like Shekels, the Seventh CavalryТs dog, and visits everybodyТs quarters and picks up everything that is going, in the way of news. Potter has no imagination, and no great deal of culture, perhaps, but he has a historical mind and a good memory, and so he is the person I depend upon mainly to post me up when I get back from a scout. That is, if Shekels is out on depredation and I canТt get hold of him.
Chapter II. Letter From Rouen―To General Alison
†††My dear Brother-in-Law,†Ц Please let me write again in Spanish, I cannot trust my English, and I am aware, from what your brother used to say, that army officers educated at the Military Academy of the United States are taught our tongue. It is as I told you in my other letter: both my poor sister and her husband, when they found they could not recover, expressed the wish that you should have their little Catherine Ц as knowing that you would presently be retired from the army Ц rather than that she should remain with me, who am broken in health, or go to your mother in California, whose health is also frail.
†††You do not know the child, therefore I must tell you something about her. You will not be ashamed of her looks, for she is a copy in little of her beautiful mother Ц and it is that Andalusian beauty which is not surpassable, even in your country. She has her motherТs charm and grace and good heart and sense of justice, and she has her fatherТs vivacity and cheerfulness and pluck and spirit of enterprise, with the affectionate disposition and sincerity of both parents.
†††My sister pined for her Spanish home all these years of exile; she was always talking of Spain to the child, and tending and nourishing the love of Spain in the little thingТs heart as a precious flower; and she died happy in the knowledge that the fruitage of her patriotic labors was as rich as even she could desire.
†††Cathy is a sufficiently good little scholar, for her nine years; her mother taught her Spanish herself, and kept it always fresh upon her ear and her tongue by hardly ever speaking with her in any other tongue; her father was her English teacher, and talked with her in that language almost exclusively; French has been her everyday speech for more than seven years among her playmates here; she has a good working use of governess Ц German and Italian. It is true that there is always a faint foreign fragrance about her speech, no matter what language she is talking, but it is only just noticeable, nothing more, and is rather a charm than a mar, I think. In the ordinary child-studies Cathy is neither before nor behind the average child of nine, I should say. But I can say this for her: in love for her friends and in high-mindedness and good-heartedness she has not many equals, and in my opinion no superiors. And I beg of you, let her have her way with the dumb animals Ц they are her worship. It is an inheritance from her mother. She knows but little of cruelties and oppressionsЧkeep them from her sight if you can. She would flare up at them and make trouble, in her small but quite decided and resolute way; for she has a character of her own, and lacks neither promptness nor initiative. Sometimes her judgment is at fault, but I think her intentions are always right. Once when she was a little creature of three or four years she suddenly brought her tiny foot down upon the floor in an apparent outbreak of indignation, then fetched it a backward wipe, and stooped down to examine the result. Her mother said:
†††УWhy, what is it, child? What has stirred you so?Ф
†††УMamma, the big ant was trying to kill the little one.Ф
†††УAnd so you protected the little one.Ф
†††УYes, manure, because he had no friend, and I wouldnТt let the big one kill him.Ф
†††УBut you have killed them both.Ф
†††Cathy was distressed, and her lip trembled. She picked up the remains and laid them upon her palm, and said:
†††УPoor little anty, IТm so sorry; and I didnТt mean to kill you, but there wasnТt any other way to save you, it was such a hurry.Ф
†††She is a dear and sweet little lady, and when she goes it will give me a sore heart. But she will be happy with you, and if your heart is old and tired, give it into her keeping; she will make it young again, she will refresh it, she will make it sing. Be good to her, for all our sakes!
†††My exile will soon be over now. As soon as I am a little stronger I shall see my Spain again; and that will make me young again!
Chapter III. General Alison To His Mother
†††I am glad to know that you are all well, in San Bernardino.
†††. That grandchild of yours has been here Ц well, I do not quite know how many days it is; nobody can keep account of days or anything else where she is! Mother, she did what the Indians were never able to do. She took the Fort Ц took it the first day! Took me, too; took the colonels, the captains, the women, the children, and the dumb brutes; took Buffalo Bill, and all his scouts; took the garrison Ц to the last man; and in forty-eight hours the Indian encampment was hers, illustrious old Thunder-Bird and all. Do I seem to have lost my solemnity, my gravity, my poise, my dignity? You would lose your own, in my circumstances. Mother, you never saw such a winning little devil. She is all energy, and spirit, and sunshine, and interest in everybody and everything, and pours out her prodigal love upon every creature that will take it, high or low, Christian or pagan, feathered or furred; and none has declined it to date, and none ever will, I think. But she has a temper, and sometimes it catches fire and flames up, and is likely to burn whatever is near it; but it is soon over, the passion goes as quickly as it comes. Of course she has an Indian name already; Indians always rechristen a stranger early. Thunder-Bird attended to her case. He gave her the Indian equivalent for firebug, or fire-fly. He said:
†††УСTimes, verТ quiet, verТ soft, like summer night, but when she mad she blaze.Ф
†††IsnТt it good? CanТt you see the flare? SheТs beautiful, mother, beautiful as a picture; and there is a touch of you in her face, and of her father Ц poor George! and in her unresting activities, and her fearless ways, and her sunbursts and cloudbursts, she is always bringing George back to me. These impulsive natures are dramatic. George was dramatic, so is this Lightning-Bug, so is Buffalo Bill. When Cathy first arrived Ц it was in the forenoonЦ Buffalo Bill was away, carrying orders to Major Fuller, at Five Forks, up in the Clayton Hills. At mid-afternoon I was at my desk, trying to work, and this sprite had been making it impossible for half an hour. At last I said:
†††УOh, you bewitching little scamp, canТt you be quiet just a minute or two, and let your poor old uncle attend to a part of his duties?Ф
†††УIТll try, uncle; I will, indeed,Ф she said.
†††УWell, then, thatТs a good child Ц kiss me. Now, then, sit up in that chair, and set your eye on that clock. There Ц thatТs right. If you stir Ц if you so much as wink Ц for four whole minutes, IТll bite you!Ф
†††It was very sweet and humble and obedient she looked, sitting there, still as a mouse; I could hardly keep from setting her free and telling her to make as much racket as she wanted to. During as much as two minutes there was a most unnatural and heavenly quiet and repose, then Buffalo Bill came thundering up to the door in all his scout finery, flung himself out of the saddle, said to his horse, УWait for me, Boy,Ф and stepped in, and stopped dead in his tracks Ц gazing at the child. She forgot orders, and was on the floor in a moment, saying:
†††УOh, you are so beautiful! Do you like me?Ф
†††УNo, I donТt, I love you!Ф and he gathered her up with a hug, and then set her on his shoulder Ц apparently nine feet from the floor.
†††She was at home. She played with his long hair, and admired his big hands and his clothes and his carbine, and asked question after question, as fast as he could answer, until I excused them both for half an hour, in order to have a chance to finish my work. Then I heard Cathy exclaiming over Soldier Boy; and he was worthy of her raptures, for he is a wonder of a horse, and has a reputation which is as shining as his own silken hide.
Chapter IV. Cathy To Her Aunt Mercedes
†††Oh, it is wonderful here, aunty dear, just paradise! Oh, if you could only see it! everything so wild and lovely; such grand plains, stretching such miles and miles and miles, all the most delicious velvety sand and sage-brush, and rabbits as big as a dog, and such tall and noble jackassful ears that that is what they name them by; and such vast mountains, and so rugged and craggy and lofty, with cloud-shawls wrapped around their shoulders, and looking so solemn and awful and satisfied; and the charming Indians, oh, how you would dote on them, aunty dear, and they would on you, too, and they would let you hold their babies, the way they do me, and they are the fattest, and brownest, and sweetest little things, and never cry, and wouldnТt if they had pins sticking in them, which they havenТt, because they are poor and canТt afford it; and the horses and mules and cattle and dogs Ц hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, and not an animal that you canТt do what you please with, except uncle Thomas, but I donТt mind him, heТs lovely; and oh, if you could hear the bugles: Too Ц too Ц too-tooЦ too Ц too, and so on Ц perfectly beautiful! Do you recognize that one? ItТs the first toots of the reveille; it goes, dear me, so early in the morning!†Ц then I and every other soldier on the whole place are up and out in a minute, except uncle Thomas, who is most unaccountably lazy, I donТt know why, but I have talked to him about it, and I reckon it will be better, now. He hasnТt any faults much, and is charming and sweet, like Buffalo Bill, and Thunder-Bird, and Mammy Dorcas, and Soldier Boy, and Shekels, and Potter, and Sour-Mash, and Ц well, theyТre all that, just angels, as you may say.
†††The very first day I came, I donТt know how long ago it was, Buffalo Bill took me on Soldier Boy to Thunder-BirdТs camp, not the big one which is out on the plain, which is White CloudТs, he took me to that one next day, but this one is four or five miles up in the hills and crags, where there is a great shut-in meadow, full of Indian lodges and dogs and squaws and everything that is interesting, and a brook of the clearest water running through it, with white pebbles on the bottom and trees all along the banks cool and shady and good to wade in, and as the sun goes down it is dimmish in there, but away up against the sky you see the big peaks towering up and shining bright and vivid in the sun, and sometimes an eagle sailing by them, not flapping a wing, the same as if he was asleep; and young Indians and girls romping and laughing and carrying on, around the spring and the pool, and not much clothes on except the girls, and dogs fighting, and the squaws busy at work, and the bucks busy resting, and the old men sitting in a bunch smoking, and passing the pipe not to the left but to the right, which means thereТs been a row in the camp and they are settling it if they can, and children playing just the same as any other children, and little boys shooting at a mark with bows, and I cuffed one of them because he hit a dog with a club that wasnТt doing anything, and he resented it but before long he wished he hadnТt: but this sentence is getting too long and I will start another. Thunder-Bird put on his Sunday-best war outfit to let me see him, and he was splendid to look at, with his face painted red and bright and intense like a fire-coal and a valance of eagle feathers from the top of his head all down his back, and he had his tomahawk, too, and his pipe, which has a stem which is longer than my arm, and I never had such a good time in an Indian camp in my life, and I learned a lot of words of the language, and next day BB took me to the camp out on the Plains, four miles, and I had another good time and got acquainted with some more Indians and dogs; and the big chief, by the name of White Cloud, gave me a pretty little bow and arrows and I gave him my red sash-ribbon, and in four days I could shoot very well with it and beat any white boy of my size at the post; and I have been to those camps plenty of times since; and I have learned to ride, too, BB taught me, and every day he practises me and praises me, and every time I do better than ever he lets me have a scamper on Soldier Boy, and thatТs the last agony of pleasure! for he is the charmingest horse, and so beautiful and shiny and black, and hasnТt another color on him anywhere, except a white star in his forehead, not just an imitation star, but a real one, with four points, shaped exactly like a star thatТs hand-made, and if you should cover him all up but his star you would know him anywhere, even in Jerusalem or Australia, by that. And I got acquainted with a good many of the Seventh Cavalry, and the dragoons, and officers, and families, and horses, in the first few days, and some more in the next few and the next few and the next few, and now I know more soldiers and horses than you can think, no matter how hard you try. I am keeping up my studies every now and then, but there isnТt much time for it. I love you so! and I send you a hug and a kiss.
†††P.S.†Ц I belong to the Seventh Cavalry and Ninth Dragoons, I am an officer, too, and do not have to work on account of not getting any wages.
Chapter V. General Alison To Mercedes
†††She has been with us a good nice long time, now. You are troubled about your sprite because this is such a wild frontier, hundreds of miles from civilization, and peopled only by wandering tribes of savages? You fear for her safety? Give yourself no uneasiness about her. Dear me, sheТs in a nursery! and sheТs got more than eighteen hundred nurses. It would distress the garrison to suspect that you think they canТt take care of her. They think they can. They would tell you so themselves. You see, the Seventh Cavalry has never had a child of its very own before, and neither has the Ninth Dragoons; and so they are like all new mothers, they think there is no other child like theirs, no other child so wonderful, none that is so worthy to be faithfully and tenderly looked after and protected. These bronzed veterans of mine are very good mothers, I think, and wiser than some other mothers; for they let her take lots of risks, and it is a good education for her; and the more risks she takes and comes successfully out of, the prouder they are of her. They adopted her, with grave and formal military ceremonies of their own invention Ц solemnities is the truer word; solemnities that were so profoundly solemn and earnest, that the spectacle would have been comical if it hadnТt been so touching. It was a good show, and as stately and complex as guard-mount and the trooping of the colors; and it had its own special music, composed for the occasion by the bandmaster of the Seventh; and the child was as serious as the most serious war-worn soldier of them all; and finally when they throned her upon the shoulder of the oldest veteran, and pronounced her Уwell and truly adopted,Ф and the bands struck up and all saluted and she saluted in return, it was better and more moving than any kindred thing I have seen on the stage, because stage things are make-believe, but this was real and the playersТ hearts were in it.