He strutted around with a belligerent and tough attitude.
Although he wasn’t a tall dog, he was heavy. His body was long and his chest broad and thick.
His legs were short, big, and solid. The muscles in his body were hard and knotty.
When he walked, they would twist and jerk under the skin.
He was a friendly dog. There were no strangers to him. He loved everyone.
Yet he was a strange dog. He would not hunt with another hound, other than Little Ann, or another hunter, not even my father.
The strangest thing about Old Dan was that he would not hunt, even with me, unless Little Ann was with him.
I found this out the first night I tried it. Little Ann had cut the pad of her right foot on a sharp jagged flint rock.
It was a nasty cut. I made a little boot of leather and put it on her wounded foot.
To keep her from following me, I locked her in the corncrib.
Two nights later I decided to take Old Dan hunting for a while.
He followed me down to the river bottoms and disappeared in the thick timber.
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