Herminie Templeton, Taps. The Adventures of a Trumpeter's Horse (1909)
“ In the heart of the city, the bewildering crush and turmoil of traffic tossed them hither and thither like weeds on drifting waves. The dark was coming on; Tim was looking helplessly about for some sort of present refuge, when his name was called three times from the curb. "Hey, Corporal! Tim! Captain Tim! Colonel Taps!" Tim started and there in the street not six feet distant stood little Jimmy Wilson in all the glory of a new suit of ill-fitting store clothes. In a twinkling the Corporal was on the ground and the two friends almost hugged each other. ”
