It had once belonged to an Indian general, and was partly Arab.

Poor Dandy was my constant companion to the end.
After the Armistice, to prevent his being sold to the Belgian army, he was mercifully shot, by the orders of our A.D.V.S.

Dandy certainly was a beauty, and his lively disposition made him interesting to ride.

I was able now to do much more parish visiting, and I was rather amused at the way in which my mount was inspected by the different grooms in our units.

I had to stand the fire of much criticism.