One day the glorious news came that the Canadians had taken Courcelette and Martenpuich , with many prisoners and guns . Susan ran up the flag and said it was plain to be seen that Haig knew what soldiers to pick for a hard job . The others dared not feel exultant . Who knew what price had been paid ? Rilla woke that morning when the dawn was beginning to break and went to her window to look out , her thick creamy eyelids heavy with sleep . Just at dawn the world looks as it never looks at any other time . The air was cold with dew and the orchard and grove and Rainbow Valley were full of mystery and wonder . Over the eastern hill were golden deeps and silvery-pink shallows . There was no wind , and Rilla heard distinctly a dog howling in a melancholy way down in the direction of the station . Was it Dog Monday ? And if it were , why was he howling like that ? Rilla shivered ; the sound had something boding and grievous in it . She remembered that Miss Oliver said once , when they were coming home in the darkness and heard a dog howl , `` When a dog cries like that the Angel of Death is passing . '' Rilla listened with a curdling fear at her heart . It was Dog Monday -- she felt sure of it . Whose dirge was he howling -- to whose spirit was he sending that anguished greeting and farewell ? Rilla went back to bed but she could not sleep . All day she watched and waited in a dread of which she did not speak to anyone . She went down to see Dog Monday and the station-master said , `` That dog of yours howled from midnight to sunrise something weird . I dunno what got into him .
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