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    Two Dogs and a Horse
    Two Dogs and a Horse
    Two Dogs and a Horse
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    Two Dogs and a Horse

    By Jim Kjelgaard

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    Actually three books in one, this book contains three unrelated stories. The first is about a dog's encounters with a wild dog who has killed the dog's owner. The second is about a wild stallion who is befriended by a boy. The third is about a dog who is believed to be a sheep-killer who is taken in by a boy.

    --from (A Kid's Review) Two Dogs and a Horse is a wonderful book. It is written so well... the book is great, I rate it a 10 out of 10!! 
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherReading Essentials
    Release dateApr 30, 2019
    ISBN9788832594256
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      Two Dogs and a Horse - Jim Kjelgaard

      Two Dogs and a Horse 

      by Jim Kjelgaard

      First published in 1963

      This edition published by Reading Essentials

      Victoria, BC Canada with branch offices in the Czech Republic and Germany

      [email protected]

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, except in the case of excerpts by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

      Two Dogs and a Horse

      by 

      Jim Kjelgaard

      Two Dogs and a Horse

      A Dog Remembers

      This is the story of a friendly, amiable dog who became a victim of man’s hasty judgment. Although compelled to live as the wild live, he clung to the memory of a gentle old man. A judgment of death was passed upon him, and the crack of a rifle and a red-hot bullet burning his ribs were his farewell salutes from all he had known. But he never forgot the comradeship of a human voice and the touch of a human hand, and from this came a fidelity greater than his heritage from the wild, fierce packs with which his ancestors had once hunted.

      The dog came out of the hills one morning with old Jed Fentress and walked beside him into the town of Stauffer. Jed carried a shepherd’s crook, although, so far as anyone knew, he had never owned a sheep. His white hair, falling about his shoulders, and his flowing white beard, seemed made for a red suit and Christmas carols. He was a kindly old man, but it was said in Stauffer that he was not quite right in the head. Even though he lived far back in the hills where wild animals abounded, his only weapon was the shepherd’s crook. His home was a cabin at the head of a creek known as Roaring Branch. During the summer, he ranged the hills, hunting ginseng, golden seal, and other medicinal plants for which there was a market, and if he were in the right mood, he could be hired for an occasional odd job. But he would go nowhere unless his dog was also welcome.

      His taste in dogs was startling! He never owned a small one, possibly he thought big dogs better fitted the big hills he loved so well. He understood and loved his dogs, and, in turn, was adored by them, and perhaps that was a sort of compensation. He did not understand his fellow men nor did they understand him.

      The dog that walked into the village with him was huge. The predominant strain was shepherd, but it had a dash of another breed, probably wolfhound, that had given it added size and weight. Still young, it retained all a puppy’s eager friendliness and some puppy clumsiness. Its tail never seemed to stop wagging.

      The first person who saw the pair was Arnold Peterson, a stonemason, who was laying a foundation for a new house on the outskirts of town. Peterson shouted in mock fear, My gosh, Jed, chain that lion before it kills somebody!

      A few nearby people who had heard Peterson shout were delighted to carry on where he left off—towns the size of Stauffer never have much exciting entertainment. Word spread that Jed Fentress, the gentle old root hunter from the hills, was coming into town with a lion. As man and dog passed down the street, there was more simulated fear of the dog. A few boys worked themselves into a mild hysteria. Whenever any child came near, the lion wagged its tail or licked the small face. He was so big that he did not have to rear in order to perform this ceremony.

      Jed made a few purchases at the store, packed them into a gunny sack, which he slung over his shoulder, and started back to the hills. Until he was out of sight, good-natured warnings to beware of the lion followed him.

      As soon as possible, Jed veered from the highway. He never walked on roads when he could find a trail. Some of the trails he liked were so dim, so well-hidden, they seldom knew any feet besides his and those of wild beasts. He took such a trail today, and sighed happily when he was again in shaded woods.

      He understood the hills, and all about them. He read furtive rustlings in the brush as understandingly as residents of Stauffer read their newspapers. He knew the winter’s den from which the she-bear, waking lean from her winter’s hibernation, took her cubs to meet their world. He could interpret the cries of the hawk, the screams of the jay. The pitch and tone of the wind, the sound of the rain, the formation of

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