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I thought her dead, but to my great joy she short- 

 ly recovered her senses. I had the wound carefully 

 dressed by our brigade surgeon, from whose care 

 she came in a month, with the edges of the wound 

 so nicely united that the eye could with difficulty 

 detect the scar. This night, as usual, she lay at 

 my side, her head almost touching mine. Never 

 before, unless when on a raid, and in face of 

 the enemy, had I seen her so uneasy. Her' 

 movements during the night compelled wakeful- 

 ness on my part. The sky was cloudless, and in 

 the dim light I lay and watched her. 'Now she 

 would stretch herself at full length, and rub her 

 head on the groimd. Then she would start up, 

 and, sitting on her haunches, like a dog, lift one 

 fore leg and paw her neck and ears. Anon she 

 would rise to her feet and shake herself, walk off 

 a few rods, return, and lie down again by my side. 

 I did not know wdiat to make of it, unless the 

 excitement of the day had been too much for her 

 sensitive nerves. I spoke to her kindly, and petted 

 her. In response she would rub her nose against 

 me, and lick my hand with her tongue — a pecu- 

 liar habit of hers — like a dog. As I was passing 

 my hand over her head, I discovered that it was 

 hot, and the thought of the old wound flashed into 

 my mind, with a momentary fear that something 

 might be wrong about her brain, but, after tliink- 

 ing it over, I dismissed it as incredible. Still I 



