WAITING 
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On several of his inspection-trips over the line 
I had the pleasure of accompanying him. On one 
occasion we were joined by Major MaeManus, 
with whom I had come over by motor-boat from St. 
Michael’s; the major was on an inspection tour 
among the army posts, a typical soldier of the very 
best type, alert, vigorous and a great companion. 
I believe he could ride a horse forever without get¬ 
ting tired. On this occasion he rode a horse be¬ 
longing to Mr. Linderberg, who rode his own fa¬ 
vorite mount, while I rode a horse from the army 
post. It was a typical northern summer day, with 
bright sunshine and not a breath of air stirring. 
The slopes of the distant mountains were 
green, and their jagged peaks, with crowns 
of perpetual snow, stood out brilliantly against 
the clear, blue sky, while in the distance was 
the blue haze that I have seen so many times in the 
mountains of New England in the early fall be¬ 
fore the leaves begin to turn. As we were riding 
along we came to a bend and Mr. Linderberg 
got off his horse to see how deep the water was 
at this particular place. My saddle-girths were 
slack, so, while we were waiting for Mr. Linder¬ 
berg to complete his calculations, I dismounted and 
began to tighten them. I had my pipe with me, 
so I filled it and lighted up. While I was doing 
