Morning comes and I have been disturbed all night by the uneasiness of Lash. He is indeed uselessly troublesome, even mad with himself. Calls for this, that, and the other in rapid succession. He does not care who suffers, if he can be made comfortable. And they seem to imagine I can sit up every night and ride all day. They have no feelings but for self. This is unjust; we should act as though we regarded others comfort, as well as our own.