Hunting season is just a few days away and I’m going to let you rest for I want you to be in good shape the night it opens.”
It was wonderful indeed how I could have heart-to-heart talks with my dogs and they always seemed to understand.
Each question I asked was answered in their own doggish way.
Although they couldn’t talk in my terms, they had a language of their own that was easy to understand.
Sometimes I would see the answer in their eyes, and again it would be in the friendly wagging of their tails.
Other times I could hear the answer in a low whine or feel it in the soft caress of a warm flicking tongue. In some way, they would always answer.
Chapter - VIII
THE DAY HUNTING SEASON OPENED, I WAS AS NERVOUS AS Samie, our house cat.
Part of that seemingly endless day was spent getting things ready for the coming night.
I cleaned my lantern and filled it full of oil. With hog lard I greased my boots until they were as soft as a hummingbird’s nest.
I was grinding my ax when Papa came around. He smiled as he said, “This is the big night, isn’t it?”
“It sure is, Papa,” I said, “and I’ve waited a long time for it.”
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