Stumbling, slipping, and sliding, I started on. Reaching the river, I saw it was frozen over.
I realized what my strange uneasy feeling was. I had not been able to hear the sound of the water.
As I stood listening I heard a gurgling out in the middle of the stream.
The river wasn’t frozen all the way across. The still eddy waters next to the banks had frozen,
but out in the middle, where the current was swift, the water was running, leaving a trough in the ice pack.
The gurgling sound I had heard was the swift current as it sucked its way through the channel.
The last time I had heard my dogs they were downstream from me.
I walked on, listening. I hadn’t gone far when I heard Old Dan.
What I heard froze the blood in my veins. He wasn’t bawling on a trail or giving the tree bark.
It was one, long, continuous cry. In his deep voice there seemed to be a pleading cry for help.
Scared, worried, and with my heart beating like a churn dasher, I started toward the sound.
I almost passed him but with another cry he let me know where he was.
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