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"Oh, look at the elephant!" cried some boys who had no money to go inside and see the show. They were glad to see even an elephant. Tum Tum finished his work of pushing the wagons into place and his trainer led him toward a big tub filled with water, for he knew his pet elephant would want a drink, as it was so hot.
She wore dresses down to her feet, of which she seemed to be ashamed, and our women said she tied cords tightly about her waist, so as to make it small. She had very long hair, and did not plait but rolled it, and, instead of letting it hang down, wrapped it tightly about her head. It was not long until the trader had all his wagons unloaded and his store open.
"Oh! it's no use now wagons are like black beetles, not only in shape but in habits, they only travel by night at least most of them do. We are now coming into long dirty Brentford, and I don't know how you feel, Japhet, but I find that walking wonderfully increases the appetite that's another reason why you should not walk when you can ride for nothing."
Their cavalry pushed ahead at full speed with orders to destroy the railways wherever it found them. On the road to Mitau they captured Russian machine guns, ammunition wagons, and baggage, and broke up the railway tracks to the southwest and northwest of Shavli.
Our hopes for remaining in the Valley were again blasted when the wagons moved out on the Brown's Gap road and we followed across the Blue Ridge, making our exit from the pass a few miles north of Mechum's River, which we reached about noon of the following day.
In all, we numbered two hundred persons, and of these, fifty were well armed, and ready to face any danger. "We journeyed slowly; the wagons moved in the centre, while twenty men in advance, and as many in the rear marched four abreast. Ten of the bravest and most active of our young men took the lead a short distance ahead of the column, and formed our advance guard.
Beginning at twilight, the wagons with the wounded came all night long. Ambulances, farm wagons, carts, family carriages, heavy-laden, they rumbled over the cobblestones with the sound of the tumbrels in the Terror. It was stated that a number of the wounded were in the field hospitals.
In a few minutes the giraffes were slowly advancing within two hundred yards, stretching their graceful necks, and gazing in wonder at the unwonted wagons. Grasping my rifle, I now mounted Colesberg, and rode slowly toward them. They continued gazing at the wagons until I was within one hundred yards of them, when, whisking their long tails over their rumps, they made off at an easy canter.
"Think they are gone, Joeboy?" "Um? Gone?" he whispered back. "Gone 'sleep. Joeboy going to look for wagons." "Stop a moment," I whispered. "Are you going to leave me here?" "Um? Boss Val lie still and have good rest. Joeboy come back soon." "But do you think you can find me again?" I said. He put his lips close to my ear again and laughed softly. "Um? Oh yes, Joeboy find um sure enough.
For miles in both directions Rabbit-Ear Creek became one huge, long watering trough. Temporary camps were made; chuck wagons rattled up to them, loaded with supplies for the cowboys, and rattled back to distant ranches for more. There had been other droughts, but this one was unexpected unprecedented. There had always been a little water everywhere. Now Rabbit-Ear Creek held all there was.
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