At first I thought it was a muskrat. In the middle of the stream, where the moonlight was the brightest, I got a good look.
It was Little Ann. With a loud whoop, I told her how proud I was.
My little girl had remembered her training. She came out on a gravel bar, shook the water from her body, and disappeared in the thick timber.
Minutes later, she let me know she had found the trail.
Before the tones of her voice had died away, Old Dan plowed into the water.
He was so eager to join her I could hear him whining as he swam.
As soon as his feet touched bottom in the shallows, he started bawling and lunging.
White sheets of water, knocked high in the moonlight by his churning feet, gleamed like thousands of tiny white stars.
He came out of the river onto a sand bar. In his eagerness, his feet slipped in the loose sand and down he went.
He came out of his roll, running and bawling. Ahead of him was a log jam. He sailed over it and disappeared down the riverbank.
Seconds later I heard his deep voice blend with the sharp cries of Little Ann.
At that moment no boy in the world could have been more proud of his dogs than I was.
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