When we were waiting for the order to go in I saw a cavalry sergeant
who had been badly wounded three times and was still pegging away at
it. As he was fighting I saw him go to a badly wounded corporal who was
shouting to be taken out of the way of the line. The wounded sergeant
bound up the other man’s wound, and then sat him on his own horse and
sent him back out of the way. Then I saw the sergeant limp along on
foot as best he could after his regiment to fight again. I don’t know
what became of him, but I know I shall never see a finer thing as long
as I live: _A Wounded Hussar_.