第22章 GENERAL ALISON TO MRS.

DRAKE,THE COLONEL'S WIFETo return,now,to where I was,and tell you the rest.We shall never know how she came to be there;there is no way to account for it.She was always watching for black and shiny and spirited horses -watching,hoping,despairing,hoping again;always giving chase and sounding her call,upon the meagrest chance of a response,and breaking her heart over the disappointment;always inquiring,always interested in sales-stables and horse accumulations in general.How she got there must remain a mystery.

At the point which I had reached in a preceding paragraph of this account,the situation was as follows:two horses lay dying;the bull had scattered his persecutors for the moment,and stood raging,panting,pawing the dust in clouds over his back,when the man that had been wounded returned to the ring on a remount,a poor blindfolded wreck that yet had something ironically military about his bearing -and the next moment the bull had ripped him open and his bowls were dragging upon the ground:and the bull was charging his swarm of pests again.Then came pealing through the air a bugle-call that froze my blood -"IT IS I,SOLDIER -COME!"Iturned;Cathy was flying down through the massed people;she cleared the parapet at a bound,and sped towards that riderless horse,who staggered forward towards the remembered sound;but his strength failed,and he fell at her feet,she lavishing kisses upon him and sobbing,the house rising with one impulse,and white with horror!Before help could reach her the bull was back again -She was never conscious again in life.We bore her home,all mangled and drenched in blood,and knelt by her and listened to her broken and wandering words,and prayed for her passing spirit,and there was no comfort -nor ever will be,I think.But she was happy,for she was far away under another sky,and comrading again with her Rangers,and her animal friends,and the soldiers.Their names fell softly and caressingly from her lips,one by one,with pauses between.She was not in pain,but lay with closed eyes,vacantly murmuring,as one who dreams.Sometimes she smiled,saying nothing;sometimes she smiled when she uttered a name -such as Shekels,or BB,or Potter.Sometimes she was at her fort,issuing commands;sometimes she was careering over the plain at the head of her men;sometimes she was training her horse;once she said,reprovingly,"You are giving me the wrong foot;give me the left -don't you know it is good-bye?"After this,she lay silent some time;the end was near.By-and-by she murmured,"Tired ...sleepy ...take Cathy,mamma."Then,"Kiss me,Soldier."For a little time,she lay so still that we were doubtful if she breathed.Then she put out her hand and began to feel gropingly about;then said,"I cannot find it;blow 'taps.'"It was the end.

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