Friday, 26 December 2008
This is taken from the first page of the book:
We called him Old Yeller. The name had a sort of double meaning. One part meant that his short hair was a dingy yellow, a color that we called "yeller" in those days. The other meant that when he opened his head, the sound he let out came closer to being a yell than a bark.
I remember like yesterday how he strayed in out of nowhere to our log cabin on Birdsong Creek. He made me so mad at first that I wanted to kill him. Then, later, when I had to kill him, it was like having to shoot some of my own folks. That's how much I'd come to think of the big yeller dog.
He came in the late 1860's, the best I remember. Anyhow, it was the year that Papa and bunch of other Salt Licks settlers formed a "pool herd" of their little separate bunches of steers and trailed them to the new cattle market at Abilene, Kansas.
Travis, Arliss and ma came to love Old Yeller. And in turn Old Yeller protected them that summer. This book brought back lots of wonderful memories for me. If you have never read this book, You Should!!