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Richmond Dispatch.
Monday morning...July 18, 1864
A horse story.
--The army correspondent of the New York Herald writes an account of a horse raid within the lines, and without riders.--He says:
Near Bermuda Hundred there is a large corral, where all the disabled and worn out horses — brought here by Gen. Sheridan after his famous raid — are confined. The poor beasts have apparently but little of their original vigor left. That was what we thought a week or two since. Now we have changed our opinion. During the heavy firing on our right a short time since these lame and worn out equine warriors pricked up their ears, straightened their sore and stiff limbs, tossed their manes, formed in squadrons, and with a loud snort charged on a number of inoffensive mules. Two mules were instantly killed, and the others fled in the wildest disorder. The horses again formed to the music of Gilmore's artillery, and charged on a high rail fence, which they at once broke down. They did not desist from their warlike demonstration until the artillery ceased firing.
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