The Race of Life
by Guy Boothby
It was almost the night that this melancholic little party appeared on the main station. Dick, with great foresight, sent a ration cart a few miles towards them so that my mother was saved from pain when she saw her husband's body being brought to her horse. Rough and rude like him, Dick was an incubating companion, and I believe he would go through fire and water to serve my mother, whom he absolutely admired.
