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In my home here at Oxford, we would listen with intense interest to the story of her early years, to childhood and girlhood, and to scenes and events in her old home on the hillside. Clara Barton, by her shining example to our children and our children’s children, has left a rare legacy to the town of her birth.
Mrs. A. L. Joslyn—InClara Barton In Memoriam.
Mrs. A. L. Joslyn—InClara Barton In Memoriam.
Mrs. A. L. Joslyn—InClara Barton In Memoriam.
Mrs. A. L. Joslyn—InClara Barton In Memoriam.
Bucephalus was calmed, and subdued, by the presence of Alexander and became his favorite war-horse.
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My arms, my arms. My horse; come quick, my horse——.Joan of Arc.
My arms, my arms. My horse; come quick, my horse——.Joan of Arc.
My arms, my arms. My horse; come quick, my horse——.Joan of Arc.
My arms, my arms. My horse; come quick, my horse——.
Joan of Arc.
My brother David was the “Buffalo Bill†of all that surrounding country.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
My father was a lover of horses, one of the first in the vicinity to introduce blooded stock.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton.
The first horses imported into the United States were brought to New England in 1629. Surviving the ocean voyage were one horse and seven mares. Oxen being used for all farm work, horses did not come into general use until one hundred years afterwards.
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Joan of Arc, Clara Barton and Florence Nightingale was each an expert horsewoman and each made use of her skill in horsemanship, in war.
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Like many other country girls, Clara Barton was fond of horseback riding. When twelve years of age,on one occasion, she ran away from home to go for a ride. She came down stairs quietly and slipped out for a ride on her favorite black horse.
What a wild triumph, that this “girlish handâ€Such a steed in the might of his strength may command!
What a wild triumph, that this “girlish handâ€Such a steed in the might of his strength may command!
What a wild triumph, that this “girlish handâ€Such a steed in the might of his strength may command!
What a wild triumph, that this “girlish handâ€
Such a steed in the might of his strength may command!
Falling from the horse, she injured her knee. Determined to keep the injury a secret she joined her brothers in the field as though nothing had happened. But she limped, and her brothers noticed it. She merely told her brothers she had injured her knee, but would say no more. They sent for a doctor. By plying many questions as to how it happened, the doctor drew from her a confession. In later life—in the Civil War, in the Franco-Prussian War, in the Spanish American War, her skill as a horseback rider was of great service to her. On several occasions she had to “ride for her life.†In speaking of this accomplishment, she used to say “When I was a little girl I could ride like a Mexican.â€