Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-04-05

.oHAPTER XIII.
one Dogs Day.

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One Dogs Day.
There must be real philosophy In
gil proverbs. Every dog has his day
is . significant one. It surely was for
Pitchoune. He had his day. twas .
glorious one. Z terrible one. memoir
able one, and he played his little part
in 1t. He awoke at the gray dawn.
springing like . flash from the foot Of
Sabron,s bed. where he lay asleep, In
response to the sound Of the reveille.
and sebron sprang up after him. (.
Pitchoune In Z few moments was In
the center of real disorder. All he
knew was that he followed his master
all day long. The dogs knowledge did
not comprehend the fact that not only
had the native village, Of which his
master spoke in his letter to Miss Red
mond, been destroyed, but that Sab
ron's regiment itself was menaced by
a concerted and concentrated attack
from an entire tribe. led by q fanatic
as hotminded and as fierce as the
Mahdi Of Sudanese history.
Pitchoune followed at the heels of
his masters horse No one paid any
attention to him. Heaven knows why
he was not trampled to death, ut he
was not. No one trod on him; no
horses hoof hit his little wiry form
that managed in the midst Of carnage
and death to keep itself secure and his
hide whole. He smelt the gunpowder.
he smeit the smoke, shifted at i.
threw up his pretty head and barked.
pulled and painted. yelped and tore
about and followed. He was not con-
scious Of anything but that saDron
was in motion: that Sabron. his be-
loved master. was in action Of some
kind or other and he, q soldiers dog,
was In action, too. He howled at
fierce dark faces, when he saw them.
He snarled 1T the bullets that whis-
tied around his ears and. laying his
little ears back. he shook his black
muzzle In the very grin Of death.
Sabron's horse was shot under him.
and then Pitchoune saw his master.
sprang upon him. and his feelings were
not hurt that no attention was paid
him, that not even his name was
called, and % sabron struggled on.
Pitchoune followed. It was his day;
le was fighting the natives; he was
part OF a battle: he was q soldiers
dog! Little by little the creatures
and things around him grew fewer.
the smoke cleared and rolled away,
there were a few feet Of freedom
around him In which he stood and
barked; then he was OF again close to
his masters heels and not too soon.
He did not know the blow that struck
sabron, but he saw him fall, and then
and there came into his canine heart
some knowledge Of the importance of
his day. He had raced himself weary.
Every bone in his little body ached
with fatigue.
sabron lay his length on the bed OF
dried-up river, one Of those phantom
like channels of desert stream whose
course runs watery only certain times
Of the year. Sabron. wounded in the
abdomen, lay on his side. Pitchoune
smelled him from head to foot, ad.
dressed himself to his restoration In
his own way. He licked his face and
bands and ears. sat sentinel at the be.
loved head where the forehead waa
covered with sweat and blood. He
barked feverishly and to his attentive
ears there came no answer whatso-
ever. either from the wounded man in
the had Of the African river or from
the silent plains.
sabron was deserted. He had fallen
and not been missed and his regiment
routed by the Arabs. had been driven
into retreat. Finally the little dog
who knew by instinct that life re-
NAMED In his masters body. set him
sell. ct work vigorously. to awaken Z
sign OF life. He attacked Sabrons
shoulder 10 though 1t were q prey; he
worried him. barked in his ear. struck
him lightly with his paw. and finally
awskening % dreadful pain. to fever
and to isoletion, awakening perhaps
ia the battle for life. to the attentions
Of his friend, the spahi opened hia
eyes.
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body was vigorous, strong and healthy
and his mind more 50. There was
Aim over II Just now. He raised him
self With great effort, and in . moment
realised whore he was and that to
linger there was . horrible death. On
each side OF the river rose an inclined
bank. not very high and thickly grown
with mimosa bush. This meant to him
that beyond it and probably within
easy reach, there would be shade from
tho intense and dreadful glare beat
inx down upon him, with death II
I every ray. He groaned and Pitchoune'.
voice answered him. Sabron paid nc
attention to his dog. did not even cal
his name. His mind. accustomed tt
quick decisions and to . matter.of-fac'
consideration Of life. instantly took 1T
I proper course. He must get out OF the
river bed or die there. rot there
What there was before him to az
was 90 stupendous an undertaking thai
II made him almost unconscious OF tne
pain in his loins.' He could not stand
could not thoroughly raise himself
! but by great and painful effort. bleed
ing 1t every move. he could crawl; NJ
Z did 90, and the sun beat down upor
him. Pitchoune walked BY his size
whining, failing to him, ENCOURAGING
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