The signal officer of the department was here the other day when
Faye and men from the company were out signaling, and after luncheon I
told West to go out to him on Powder-Face and lead King, so he could
ride the horse in, instead of coming in the wagon with the men. Late
in the afternoon West came back and reported that he had been unable
to find Faye, and then with much hesitation and choking he told me
that he had lost Hal!
He said that as they had gone up a little hill, they had surprised a
small band of antelope that were grazing rather near on the other
side, and that the hound started after them like a streak, pulling one
down before they had crossed the lowland, and then, not being
satisfied, he had raced on again after the band that had disappeared
over a hill farther on. That was the last he saw of him. West said
that he wanted to bring the dead antelope to the post, but could not,
as both horses objected to it.
My heart was almost broken over the loss of my dog, and I started for
my own room to indulge in a good cry when, as I passed the front door
that was open, I happened to look out, and there, squatted down on the
walk to the gate was Hal!
