I had it all figured out. I’d go away off to some big town, get a hundred dogs, and bring them all back with me.
I made it all right until I heard a timber wolf howl.
This stopped my home-leaving. When the hunting season opened that fall, something happened that was almost more than I could stand.
I was lying in bed one night trying to figure out a way I could get some dogs when I heard the deep baying of a coon hound.
I got up and opened my window. It came again. The deep voice rang loud and clear in the frosty night.
Now and then I could hear the hunter whooping to him.
The hound hunted all night. He quit when the roosters started crowing at daybreak.
The hunter and the hound weren’t the only ones awake that night.
I stayed up and listened to them until the last tones of the hound’s voice died away in the daylight hours.
That morning I was determined to have some hounds. I went again to Mama. This time I tried bribery.
I told her if she’d get me a hunting dog, I’d save the money I earned from my furs, and buy her a new dress and a boxful of pretty hats.
That time I saw tears in her eyes. It made me feel all empty inside and I cried a little, too.
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