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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.
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Herminie Templeton Taps. The Adventures of a Trumpeter's Horse (1909)

As he passed the restaurant, old Michael Dempsey rushed out, bareheaded and coatless, in a vain endeavor to stop the runaway, but was knocked down by the careening wagon. Half a block behind the old man, Tim O'Brien followed breathless, his face tense and gray.
The flying animal gathered fresh fear at every crash of the wagon behind. A dozen men, senselessly waving their arms, dashed into the street in an effort to stop the maddened horse, but recoiled, themselves, from the terror in the great wild eyes.
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Herminie Templeton Taps. The Adventures of a Trumpeter's Horse (1909)

To salute a common trumpeter clearly has no place in the army regulations; but, after all, it was perhaps no more than was due a man who was on his way to die for his country. With that proud reverence characteristic of the true soldier, Corporal O'Brien bared his head to the beautiful silken standard and, the next thing the regiment knew, brave horse, and brave rider, were buffeting the yellow foam in the middle of the swirling river.
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