The cuirassier, being heavier, and mounted on a slower horse, was distanced.
"Lay me on the grass, brother; I am dying," said the cuirassier faintly.
"However, there is some compensation for the hat," said the cuirassier, straightening his helmet.
"To-morrow we'll at it again," called out the cuirassier major.
Many a proud Uhlan and Cuirassier has to-day ridden to his death ...