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It was not in the open fight / We threw away the sword, / But in the lonely watching / In the darkness by the ford. / The waters lapped, the night-wind blew, / Full-armed the Fear was born and grew, / And we were flying ere we knew / From panic in the night. / Beoni Bar.
Some people hold that an English Cavalry regiment cannot run. This is a mistake. I have seen four hundred and thirty-seven sabres flying over the face of the country in abject terror -- have seen the best Regiment that ever drew bridle, wiped off the Army List for the space of two hours. If you repeat this tale to the White Hussars they will, in all probability, treat you severely. They are not proud of the incident.