Everyday the Herald carries an extract from a childrens' book as part of its commitment to children's literacy.
This week's title: Shiloh
By Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
Publisher: Macmillan. $13.95.
Age group: 8 to 12 years.
Finally I sit on a log, put my gun at me feet, and wait. Back down the road, the
dog sits, too. Sits right in the middle of it, head on his paws.
"Here, boy!" I say again, and pat my knee.
He wiggles just a little, but he don't come.
Maybe it's a she-dog.
"Here, girl!" I say. Dog still don't come.
I decide to wait the dog out, but after three or fur minutes on the log, it gets boring and I start off again. So does the beagle.
Don't know where you'd end up if you followed the river all the way. Heard somebody say it curves about, comes back on itself, but if it didn't and I got home after dark, I'd get a good whopping. So I always go as far as the ford, where the river spills across the path, and then I head back.
When I turn around and the dog sees me coming, he goes off into the woods. I figure that's the last I'll see of the beagle, and I get halfway down the road again before I look back. There he is. I stop. He stops. I go. He goes.
And then, hardly thinking on it, I whistle.
It's like pressing a magic button.
