my ears were ever alert, listening for the sound of my hounds telling me they had found a trail.
I was expecting one of them to bawl, but when it came it startled me.
The deep tones of Old Dan’s voice jarred the silence around me.
I dropped my ax and almost dropped my lantern. A strange feeling came over me.
I took a deep breath and threw back my head to give the call of the hunter, but something went wrong.
My throat felt like it had been tied in a knot. I swallowed a couple of times and the knot disappeared.
As loud as I could, I whooped, “Who-e-e-e. Get him, Dan. Get him.”
Little Ann came in. The bell-like tones of her voice made shivers run up and down my spine.
I whooped to her. “Who-e-e-e. Tell it to him, little girl. Tell it to him.”
This was what I had prayed for, worked and sweated for, my own little hounds bawling on the trail of a river coon.
I don’t know why I cried, but I did. While the tears rolled, I whooped again and again.
They straightened the trail out and headed down river.
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