I wheeled suddenly, with the intention of apologizing, but my mare misunderstood me, and, again dashing forward, once more vaulted over the head of the officer, this time unfortunately uncovering him by a vicious kick of her hoof.
"Seize him!" roared the entire army.

I was seized.

As the soldiers led me away, I asked the name of the gray-haired officer.

"That--why, that's the DUKE OF WELLINGTON!" I fainted.
* * * * * For six months I had brain-fever.

During my illness ten grapeshot were extracted from my body which I had unconsciously received during the battle.