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wild turkeys. As they shouldered their guns and walked away. Captain
Ogilby called out to them, "Do not go too far from camp."

Jack returned at sundown with a pair of fine turkeys! but Bailey failed
to come in. However, as they all knew him to be an experienced woodsman,
no one showed much anxiety until darkness had settled over the camp.
Then they began to signal, by discharging their rifles; the officers
went out in various directions, giving "halloos," and firing at
intervals, but there came no sound of the missing man.

The camp was now thoroughly alarmed. This was too dangerous a place
for a man to be wandering around in all night, and search-parties
of soldiers were formed. Trees were burned, and the din of rifles,
constantly discharged, added to the excitement. One party after another
came in. They had scoured the country--and not a trace of Bailey.

The young wife sat in her tent, soothing her little child; everybody
except her, gave up hope; the time dragged on; our hearts grew heavy;
the sky was alight with blazing trees.

I went into Mrs. Bailey's tent. She was calm and altogether lovely, and
said: "Charley can't get lost, and unless something has happened to him,
he will come in."

Ella Bailey was a brave young army woman; she was an inspiration to the
entire camp.

Finally, after hours of the keenest anxiety, a noise of gladsome shouts
rang through the trees, and in came a party of men with the young
officer on their shoulders. His friend Craig had been untiring in the
search, and at last had heard a faint "halloo" in the distance, and one
shot (the only cartridge poor Bailey had left).

After going over almost impassable places, they finally found him, lying
at the bottom of a ravine. In the black darkness of the evening, he had
walked directly over the edge of the chasm and fallen to the bottom,
dislocating his ankle.

He was some miles from camp, and had used up all his ammunition except
the one cartridge. He had tried in vain to walk or even crawl out of
the ravine, but had finally been overcome by exhaustion and lay there
helpless, in the wild vastnesses of the mountains.

A desperate situation, indeed! Some time afterwards, he told me how he
felt, when he realized how poor his chances were, when he saw he had
only one cartridge left and found that he had scarce strength to answer
a "halloo," should he hear one. But soldiers never like to talk much
about such things.

CHAPTER XI