I told him my difficulty, and he got his knife and very kindly took off the top of the tin.

By this time a drizzling rain was falling and the night was decidedly uncomfortable.

I went over the hill and down to the orchard, and made my way to the tree to which poor old Dandy had been tied so many hours before.

There, I found the tree just where I had left it--it was of no use to me, as, like the barren fig tree, it had no fruit upon it, but to my horror the horse, which was so necessary, had disappeared.

I scoured the orchard in vain looking for my faithful friend, and then I went over to the Artillery officers' house and told them my trouble.