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Jean had left Sinclair’s tent and went to the cook-tent and was in a sad mood for the rest of the day, and the other wives left her be, because her husband had been sent to the other camp. Jean walked back to her tent in a daze and unsteadily on a muddy path through rows of tents. It was raining hard and it was difficult to keep her feet firmly on the ground without sliding this way and that. To make matters worse, she was lost. She couldn’t locate their tent.
“Get in and wipe yourself child, or you’ll catch a cold.”
Jean turned around and nearly fell. She squinted through the blinding rain and asked, “Uncle Johnny, is that you?”
“Aye child, it’s only me.” Johnny caught hold of her arm and helped her into their tent. “You get out of those wet clothes and dry yourself. I’ll check the
