A bombardier was out on a dark night in a mountainous district, when his horse suddenly snorted and carne to a halt. He dared not show a light to see the cause, as the enemy was firing in his direction, but after coaxing his steed in vain he found he was on the brink of a precipice three hundred feet deep. He waited till dawn, when he made his way back to camp. “When I reached my battery,” he says, “I gave my faithful mare an extra bag of corn.”
Now let me tell you how one comrade died trying to save another.