" The dog was in the room, and heard his name. Stealing to
the bedside, he put a cold nose into the cold hand of his old
friend, and no one had the heart to take him away. The touch
turned the current of the old man's talk for a moment, and he was
fishing again with his dog friend. "See 'em break, Dashy! See 'em
break! Lots on 'em to-day, aint they? Keep still, there 's a good
dog, while I put on a diffunt fly. Don't ye see they 're jumpin'
at them gnats? Aint the water jest 'live with 'em? Aint it
shinin' an' clear an'--" The voice faltered an instant, then went
on: "Yes, sir, I 'm comin'--I 'm glad, dreffle glad to come. Don't
mind 'bout my leavin' my fishin'; do ye think I care 'bout that? I
'll jest lay down my pole ahin' the alders here, an' put my lan'in'
net on the stuns, with my flies an' tackle--the boys 'll like 'em,
ye know--an' I 'll be right along.
"I mos' knowed ye was on'y a-tryin' me when ye said that 'bout how
I had n't been a fisher o' men, nor even boys, on'y a dog.
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