DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

to me. But fur some reason or other this morning
he seemed to be in a better humour with himself,
after we had walked a while, than I had seen him
in fur a long time.
We come to the top of one long hill, which it had
made us sweat to climb, and without saying nothing
to each other we both stopped and took off our
hats and wiped our foreheads, and drawed long
breaths, content to stand there fur jest a minute
or two and look around us. The road run straight
ahead, and dipped down, and then clumb up
another hill about an eighth of a mile in front of
us. It made a little valley. Jest about the middle,
between the two hills, a crick meandered through
the bottom land. Woods growed along the crick,
and along both sides of the road we was travelling.
Right nigh the crick they was another road come
out of the woods to the left-hand side, and switched
into the road we was travelling, and used the same
bridge to cross the crick by. They was three or
four houses here and there, with chimbleys built
up on the outside of them, and blue smoke coming
out. We stood and looked at the sight before us
and forgot all the troubles we had left behind, fur
a couple of minutes--it all looked so peaceful
and quiet and homeyfied and nice.
"Well," says the doctor, after we had stood
there a piece, "I guess we better be moving on again,
Danny."
But jest as Sam, who was follering along behind
with that suit case, picks it up and puts it on his head
agin, they come a sound, from away off in the distance
somewheres, that made him set it down quick. And
we all stops in our tracks and looks at each other.
It was the voice of a hound dog--not so awful
loud, but clear and mellow and tuneful, and carried
to us on the wind. And then in a minute it come
agin, sharper and quicker. They yells like that
when they have struck a scent.
As we stood and looked at each other they come