It was a splendid spring morning. There had been a shower overnight, and
the whole mountain world was aglitter. The dancing, rustling leaves of
the cottonwoods gleamed, the sparse grass of the parade ground was
shining like tiny bayonets, the flag threw out its bright stripes to the
breeze, and when the sun rays struck the visor of some forage cap, they
glinted off as though it had been a mirror. All the post chickens were
cackling and singing their droning monotonous song of contentment, the
tiny ones cheeped and twittered, and in among the vines of the porch
Felipa's mocking-bird whistled exultantly.
The sound shrilled sweetly through the house, through all the empty
rooms, and through the thick silence of that one which was not empty,
but where a flag was spread over a rough box of boards, and Ellton sat
by the window with a little black prayer-book in his hand. He was going
over the service for the burial of the dead, because there was no
chaplain, and it fell to him to read it. Now and then one of the
officers came in alone or with his wife and stood about aimlessly, then
went away again. But for the rest, the house was quite forsaken.
Felipa was not there. At the earliest, she could not return for a couple
of days, and by then Landor's body would be laid in the dreary little
graveyard, with its wooden headboards and crosses, and its neglected
graves among the coyote and snake holes. The life of the service would
be going on just as usual, after the little passing excitement was at an
end. For it was an excitement. No one in the garrison would have had it
end like this, but since what will be will be, and the right theory of
life is to make the most of what offers and to hasten--as the
philosopher has said--to laugh at all things for fear we may have cause
to weep, there was a certain expectation, decently kept down, in the
air.
It rose to a subdued pitch as there came the gradual rattling of wheels
and the slow tramp of many feet. A buckboard, from which the seats had
been removed, came up the line, and behind it marched the troops and
companies, Landor's own troop in advance. They halted in front of his
quarters, and four officers came down the steps with the long box
between them. The mocking-bird's trill died away to a questioning
twitter.
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