. Pictorial history of the Russian War, 1854-5-6 : with maps, plans, and wood engravings . mode in which the cavalry-horseswere stowed on board ship ; and then sorrowedover the illness and death of her own Grey, ahorse with faultless action, faultless mouth, andfaultless temper. Mrs Duberly went to Varna—galloped over most of the country betweenthat town and Shumla—steamed to Eupatoriain the Himalaya—remained there impatientlyduring the battle of Alma and the flank-march—went round to Balaklava—lived there thioucrh- out the winter months on shipboard, finding itimpossible even for her to encam
. Pictorial history of the Russian War, 1854-5-6 : with maps, plans, and wood engravings . mode in which the cavalry-horseswere stowed on board ship ; and then sorrowedover the illness and death of her own Grey, ahorse with faultless action, faultless mouth, andfaultless temper. Mrs Duberly went to Varna—galloped over most of the country betweenthat town and Shumla—steamed to Eupatoriain the Himalaya—remained there impatientlyduring the battle of Alma and the flank-march—went round to Balaklava—lived there thioucrh- out the winter months on shipboard, finding itimpossible even for her to encamp with herhusband on the heights—galloped up frequentlyto dine with the officers in camp, and back againin the evening—witnessed the battle of Balaklavafrom the heights—rode, with a glance and ashudder, over part of the terrible field of Inker-mann—and bore all the indescribable horrors ofthe road from Balaklava to the camps duringthe winter. One of the wintry entries in herJournal runs thus : The gray horse Job diedthis evening of sheer starvation : his tail had been. Winter Scene between Port and Camp. gnawed to a stump by his hungry neighboursat picket. Misfortune appears to haunt us, as thisis the third horse we have lost since leaving England Poor Job! he earned his name from his exhaustless patience under innumerableafflictions; he was an enormous, powerful, andhungry horse, and he sold his life by an evening at the end of November, afterdining with her husband at the Guards camp,she returned to her ship at dark, along therotten, deep, almost impracticable track : the deadhorses lying right across the road, as they fell,and the dead and dying bullocks, filled me withhorror, and the Avhite pony with spasms of fear—now we trod upon the muddy carcass of a horse ;now we passed a fallen mule and a huge bullock,sitting up, with long ghastly horns pointingupwards in the moonlight, awaiting his before Christmas, her horse was broughtdow
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