The Young Dragoon: Every Day Life of a SoldierDrayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
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The Young Dragoon: Every Day Life of a Soldier
Drayson, Alfred W. (Alfred Wilks)
Soldiers -- Juvenile fiction
"Shortly after this unaccountable disease had set in, it had been
noticed that, the animal quitted his kennel every night as it was
growing dark, and trotted down the road; but no one knew what these
twilight expeditions were undertaken for. But the plot was drawing to a
head. One evening he departed, as usual, down the road. His tortures
were about to end, and his long fast be followed by a feast. Nearing
the well-known garden where he had so often met Prim, his movements
became curious. He moved like a ghost, and stopped to listen, but
nothing was stirring. Finally he reached the opening in the fence; he
pushed his head stealthily through the hole, his neck followed his head,
his body followed his neck, his tail followed his body, and now Turk was
fairly in the garden, where he had never been before. Being satisfied
with this experiment (which had been repeatedly made since he had
brought his plan of fasting into operation, but never successfully until
this occasion) he returned to the road and began to bark. In a few
moments an answering yelp was heard--Prim was hastening to his doom.
Suddenly his little head was popped out of the opening of the fence. A
sharp growl escaped Turk--he was too eager for his revenge; and Prim,
instead of coming through the hole on to the road (where Turk had often
tried to coax him without effect), gave a defiant `wow, wow, wow,' and
was making his way back to his kennel, as much as to say, `I can't
accommodate you to-night.' Quick as lightning, Turk darted towards the
hole. At the same instant, a loud report was heard; the figure of a man
appeared upon the scene. It was the enraged stonebreaker. Turk rolled
over, mortally wounded by a shot from an old blunderbuss. `Ha! ha! you
would steal my dinner, would you, and then rip a good pair of corduroy
breeches off my legs all to pieces, would you?' said the old man, giving
him a kick over the ribs. Turk made answer by one prolonged howl of
disappointment, pain, and despair, which grew fainter and fainter, until
it ceased altogether, and he died the victim of his own selfish and
revengeful disposition. By the timely arrival and interposition of the
stonebreaker the life of Prim was saved, but he never appeared happy
afterwards, probably from the fear of encountering Turk and paying with
his life the consequences of his harmless joke."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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