Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1899-04-06

JOCK would be IN bed by this time.
The great mountains were clothed in
purple-crimson thrones. The sheep
dotted them with white spots, and
they were very lonesome. He had his
red coat on, and his sword and all;
but he cried as he went over the brae.
He remembered it very well.
"S'long, jock, he had said, but they
never shook hands. ''Slong, Dick"
said Jock, and combed down the
mare.
S'long, MOTHER - His mother
was making Jocks porridge stirring
it on the fire. Tom, the cat, squirmed
in and out and around his legs, his
tail i'll air, as though he was drunk.
Oh, God!
Rover followed him up the brae.
Rover was his collie, his dog. They
had worked together many morning
up on the hills. He had shared his
breakfast manya time. That nigger's
eyes how they stared. Rover stared
at him like that. "Hamep' he cried.
"Hame wi ye, Royerw The dog looked
at him with surprised eyes, but did
not bulge. "Hame, Royerl" The
dog whined, but did not move. He
took up stone and flung it at the
dog. 1t struck it. He covered under
the blow. "Hame, Roverw he cried
sternly, and the tears ran down his
cheeks. The dog ran back little
way, faced about, pumped down on
the heather and watched him. When
he turned at the top of the brae and
looked back it was watching him still.
A brown fly was standing on the
black rock about foot from his face.
It stood very still. 1t might have
been painted. He watched it inlently.
It's wings were like glistening armor.
It's feet and legs were bright red. It
had been wading in blood. Would i.
never go? He could not raise his hand
to brush it away He blew it with
his breath-gasping-b did not
bulge. Suddenly it started away.
Was the world dead that everything
was so hushed? Something howled
very far away-a dog, perhaps How
beautiful the desert was-like great
beach with the ocean rolled away out
of sight. A golden floor, like the floor
of heaven. But one did not die in
heaven. A star glimmered very far
away, like a shimmering jewel in
deep blue evening robe. The moon
rose up to the roof of the world like q
yellow Chinese lantern.
Why was he lying heloe uov had
it happened? Then he remembered
the regiment standing in the sandy
desert waiting for the rush.
How strange it all was. The silence
was terrible. A man behind him be-
gan to laugh. Another swore oaths
in low voice. Another said: "Got a
bite o. baccy, mate?" Then, from be-
hind the rocks, long row of white
smoke puffs curled up, like smoke
from gigantic pipes. Red tongues
spit at them. The air hummed and
whistled. A mans hat went off. A
bayonet fell with a jingle, and man
sat down upon the sand with scared
white face, fddling with the buttons
of his coat. Somebody began to
moan. The captain said: "5teady,
men. Take the beggars low down"
Then the great dark wave, white
crested, came racing across the yellow
beach. 1t broke upon the red rock
fierce, angry faces, blazing eyes, white
teeth, big tapping feet. He set his
teeth and drove his bayonet in big
black body. How soft it was. 1t
squirmed on the end of it like fly on
the end of pin.
Then the blow came-a terrible
shock. 1t seemed to lift him into the
air and fling him backward. Some
thing stopped his ears. The reeling
black and red figures flashed down
ward.
Now he was lying beside the rock.
How strange he felt! That dead sol
dier-how white his face was A little
hole in his forehead-a little red pea.
Life had leaped through that. What a
small thing it was Who was moan
ing for water? Was it he, or some
one behind him? He could not tell.
1t was getting cold. The stars were
all watching him. The beautiful de
sert. That was Rover bowling. He
was very near. How loud the bowling
l was! Deaths watchdogs. He was
near deaths house.
IS S'long, Jock. !" How dizzy he felt
He could not see very well.
''S'Iong, mother A black mis-
rushed over the sand.
His head tumbled backward as
though prop had been suddenly re.
moved. The diamond eyes turned
into glass of pale blue and greer
color.
Extract from the newspapers-tht
soldiers epitaph KILLED in the
Soudan: Richard Mcdonald, aget
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