Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyaltyDe Forest, John William
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Miss Ravenel's conversion from secession to loyalty
De Forest, John William
Historical fiction; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories; Women -- United States -- Fiction
"And so they go on till one or two in the morning, when I fall asleep,
leaving them still talking."
Even the characteristics of a brute afford matter of comment amid the
Sahara-like flatness of ordinary camp life.
"I have nothing more of importance to communicate," he says in one
letter, "except that I have been adopted by a tailless dog, who,
probably for the lack of other following, persists in laying claim to my
fealty. If I leave my tent door open when I go out, I find him under my
bunk when I come in. As he has nothing to wag, he is put to it to
express his approval of my ways and character. When I speak to him he
lies down on his back with a meekness of expression which I am sure has
not been rivalled since Moses. He is the most abnormally bobbed dog that
ever excited my amazement. I think I do not exaggerate when I declare
that his tail appears to have been amputated in the small of his back.
How he can draw his breath is a wonder. In fact, he seems to have lost
his voice by the operation, as though the docking had injured his
bronchial tubes, for he never barks, nor growls, nor whines. I often
lose myself in speculation over his absent appendage, questioning
whether it was shot away in battle, or left behind in a rapid march, or
bitten off, or pulled out. Perhaps it is on detached service as a
waggin-master, or has got a promotion and become a brevet lion's tail.
Perhaps it has gone to the dog heaven, and is wagging somewhere in
glory. Venturing again on a pun I observed that it is very proper that
an army dog should be detailed. I wish I could find his master;--I have
just one observation to make to that gentleman;--I would say to him,
'There is your dog.--I don't want the beast, and I don't see why he
wants me; but I can't get rid of him, any more than I can of Henry, who
is equally useless.' I sometimes try to estimate the infinitessimal loss
which the world would experience if the two should disappear together,
but always give up the problem in despair, not having any knowledge of
fractions small enough to figure it."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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