He Seemed Very
Restless And Constantly Gave Little Whines, And At The Time I Thought
It Was Because He, Too, Was Afraid Of The Storm.
The water was soon
two and three inches deep on the ground under the tent, rushing along
like a mill race, giving little gurgles as it went through the grass
and against the tent pins.
The roar of the rain on the tent was
deafening.
The guard is always mounted with the long steel bayonets on the
rifles, and I knew that Faye had on his sword, and remembering these
things made me almost scream at each wicked flash of lightning,
fearing that he and the men had been killed. But he came to the tent
on a hard run, and giving me a long waterproof coat to wrap myself in,
gathered me in his arms and started for Mrs. Tilden's, where I had
been urged to remain overnight. When we reached a narrow board walk
that was supposed to run along by her side fence, Faye stood me down
upon it, and I started to do some running on my own account. Before I
had taken two steps, however, down went the walk and down I went in
water almost to my knees, and then splash - down went the greyhound
puppy! Up to that instant I had not been conscious of having the
little dog with me, and in all that rain and water Faye had been
carrying me and a fat puppy also.
The walk had been moved by the rushing water, and was floating, which
we had no way of knowing, of course. I dragged the dog out of the
water, and we finally reached the house, where we received a true army
welcome - a dry one, too - and there I remained until after breakfast
this morning. But sleep during the night I did not, for until long
after midnight I sat in front of a blazing fire holding a very sick
puppy. Hal was desperately ill and we all expected him to die at any
moment, and I was doubly sorrowful, because I had been the innocent
cause of it. Ever since I have had him he has been fed condensed milk
only - perhaps a little bread now and then; so when we got here I sent
for some fresh milk, to give him a treat. He drank of it greedily and
seemed to enjoy it so much, that I let him have all he wanted during
the afternoon. And it was the effect of the milk that made him whine
during the storm, and not because he was afraid of the lightning. He
would have died, I do believe, had it not been for the kindness of
Major Tilden who knows all about greyhounds. They are very delicate
and most difficult to raise. The little dog is a limp bunch of
brindled satin this morning, wrapped in flannel, but we hope he will
soon be well.
A third company joined us here and will go on to Camp Supply.
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