one mule, I again prepared to mount my horse and depart.
I took, as it were, a sneaking glance at Samson. He was
sitting upon the ground, with his face between his knees,
sobbing.
At three-and-twenty the heart of a man, or of a woman - if
either has any, which, of course, may be
doubtful - is apt to
play the
dynamite with his or her resolves. Water-drops have
ever been
formidableweapons of the latter, as we all know;
and, not being so accustomed to them then as I have become
since, the sight of the poor devil's
abject woe and
destitution, the thought that
illness and
suffering were the
causes, the secret
whisper that my act was a
cowardly one,
forced me to follow the lines of least
resistance, and submit
to the decrees of destiny.
One more page from my 'Ride,' and the reader will, I think,
have a fair
conception of its general
character. For the
last two hours the
ascent of the Blue Mountains had been very
steep. We were in a thick pine forest. There was a track -
probably made by Indians. Near the
summit we found a spring
of beautiful water. Here we halted for the night. It was a
snug spot. But, alas! there was nothing for the animals to
eat except pine needles. We lighted our fire against the
great up-torn roots of a fallen tree; and, though it was
freezing hard, we piled on such masses of dead boughs that
the huge blaze seemed to warm the
surrounding atmosphere.
I must here give the words of my
journal, for one exclamation
in it has a sort of schoolboy ring that recalls the buoyancy
of
youthful spirits, the spirits indeed to which in early
life we owe our
enterprise and perseverance:
'As I was dozing off, a pack of hungry wolves that had
scented us out set up the most
infernalchorus ever heard.
In vain I pulled the
frozen buffalo-robe over my head, and
tried to get to sleep. The demons drew nearer and nearer,
howling, snarling, fighting, moaning, and making a row in the
perfect st
illness which reigned around, as if hell itself
were loose. For some time I bore it with
patience. At
length, jumping up, I yelled in a voice that made the valley
ring: You devils! will you be quiet? The
appeal was
immediately answered by silence; but
hearing them tuning up
for a second concert, I threw some wood on the blazing fire
and once more
retired to my lair. For a few minutes I lay
awake to admire a
brilliant Aurora Borealis shooting out its
streams of electric light. Then, turning over on my side, I
never moved again till dawn.'
The first objects that caught my eye were the animals. They
were huddled together within a couple of yards of where we
lay. It was a
horrible sight. Two out of the three mules,
and Samson's horse, had been attacked by the wolves. The
flanks of the horse were
terribly torn, and the entrails of
both the mules were
partiallyhanging out. Though all three
were still
standing with their backs
arched, they were
rapidly dying from loss of blood. My dear little '
Strawberry' - as we called him to match William's 'Cream' and
my mare were both intact.
A few days after this, Samson's remaining horse gave out. I
had to
surrender what remained of my poor beast in order to
get my
companion through. The last fifty miles of the
journey I performed on foot; sometimes carrying my rifle to
relieve the staggering little mule of a few pounds extra
weight. At long last the Dalles hove in sight. And our cry,
'The tents! the tents!' echoed the
joyous 'Thalassa!
Thalassa!' of the weary Greeks.
CHAPTER XXIX
'WHERE is the tent of the commanding officer?' I asked of the
first soldier I came across.
He
pointed to one on the
hillside. 'Ags for Major Dooker,'
was the Dutch-accented answer.
Bidding Samson stay where he was, I made my way as directed.
A
middle-aged officer in
undress uniform was sitting on an