A Very Pompous Man And Always In Fear That Proper Respect Will Not Be
Shown His Rank, And When We Were Being Backed Down He Went Through Our
Car And Said In A Loud Voice:
"I am very sorry Mrs. Rae, that you
should lose your fine greyhound, but this train cannot be detained
longer - it must move on!" I said nothing, for I saw the two big men in
blue at the brake in front, and knew Major Carleton would never order
them away, much as he might bluster and try to impress us with his
importance, for he is really a tender-hearted man.
Poor Faye was utterly exhausted from running so long, and for some
time Ryan was in a critical condition. It seems that he buried his
wife quite recently, and has left his only child in New Orleans in a
convent, and the greyhound, a pet of both wife and little girl, is all
he has left to comfort him. Everyone is so glad that he got the dog.
Hal was not unchained again, I assure you, until we got here, but poor
Cagey almost killed himself at every stopping place running up and
down with the dog to give him a little exercise.
It is really delightful to be in a tent once more, and I am
anticipating much pleasure in camping through a strange country. A
large wagon train of commissary stores will be with us, so we can
easily add to our supplies now and then.
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