The dog seemed too tired to move,
and sat there with a listless, far-away look that made me wish he
could tell all about his hunt, and if he had lost the second poor
little antelope. West almost danced from joy when he saw him, and lost
no time in giving him a bath and putting him in his warm bed.
Greyhounds are often great martyrs to rheumatism, and Deacon, one of
the pack, will sometimes howl from pain after a hunt. And the howl of
a greyhound is far-reaching and something to be remembered.
Very soon now I will be with you! Faye has decided to close the house
and live with the bachelors while I am away. This will be much more
pleasant for him than staying here all alone.
FORT LYON, COLORADO TERRITORY,
October, 1873.
THE trip out was tiresome and seemed endless, but nothing worth
mentioning happened until I got to Granada, where Faye met me with an
ambulance and escort wagon. It was after two o'clock in the morning
when the train reached the station, and as it is the terminus of the
road, every passenger left the car. I waited a minute for Faye to come
in, but as he did not I went out also, feeling that something was
wrong.
