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Chapter 4 THE OPEN-AIR CALL

Word Count: 1075    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

iendship struck up between their beautiful young bloodhound and the famous Finn, with his long record of unique experiences on both sides of the world. Neither hound found any meaning

ionately on Finn's head, and, with a sm

l have to be strictly platonic, my son, for this particular Desdemona is pledged to no less puissant a prince than Champion Windle Hercules, the greatest b

a mort of words at all times, most of them quite unnecessary, and only a few of them comprehensible. To folk accustomed, like the dog people, to intercourse confined chiefly to looks and movements, the continuous babble of words which humans indulge in is one of t

the stable, and together they whiled away a couple of evening hours on the springy thyme-and-clover-scented turf of the Downs. Just as darkness was taking the place of twilight the scuttering of an over-venturesome rabbit's tail caught Finn's eye, and cost that particular bunny

n dozens of old-men kangaroos, not to mention the smaller fry of the Australian bush. And yet, though he did not show

ed his own family circle in the hall at Nuthill, toward bedtime that night. Finn silently nuzzled the under side of the Master's right wrist; but, though hi

g in her company to-night. He has all the look of it. I suspect it carries him back to old days, past the quarantine, past even Australia-eh, old chap?-and back to his hunting days about these

, had combined to stir Finn more than anything else had stirred him since he had fought for the Master's life in a drought-smitten corner of the bush in Australia. Much that had lain dormant in the great hound since the adventurous days of

with its elusive, tormenting vapors as surely as ever it clouded the brain of any human wanderer. It was the nostalgia of the wilderness, of the life of the wild; and, as he looked out into the moonlight, Finn saw again in fancy, the boundary-rider's lonely humpy, the rugged, rocky

houlder there was Desdemona; and he was free, save for the ties of affection-stronger these than any dog-chain-which bound him to the Nuthill folk. And as

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