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.
Just as I stepped off the car, Mr. Davis, quartermaster's clerk,
appeared and took my satchel, assuring me that Faye was right there
waiting for me. This was so very unlike Faye's way of doing things,
that at once I suspected that the real truth was not being told. But I
went with him quickly through the little crowd, and on up the
platform, and then I saw Faye. He was standing at one corner of the
building--all alone, and I recognized him instantly by the long
light-blue overcoat and big campaign hat with brim turned up.
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