The story of how Link Ferris finds a wounded dog by the roadside, and in nursing its injury realizes a sense of genuine companionship so new to his life that it serves as a stimulus to redemption. "He's learned me that livin' is wuthwhile," is Ferris's plea when the owners, by right of purchase, claim him. Warm human interest, pathos, homely humor and an unexpected ending, make of it an exceptionally appealing dog story well worth placing beside "Lad" or "Bruce."
gs, and to remind himself that another mouth to feed on the farm must mean still sharper poverty and skimping. But logic could not strangle joy, and life took on a new zest for the lonely man.
By the time Chum could limp around on the fasthealing foreleg, he and Link had established a friendship that was a boon to both and a stark astonishment to Ferris.
Link had always loved animals. He had an inborn "way" with them. Yet his own intelligence had long since taught him that his "farm critters" responded but dully to his attempts at a more perfect understanding.
He knew, for example, that the horse he had bred and reared and had taught to come at his call, would doubtless suffer the first passing stranger to mount him and ride him away, despite any call from his lifelong master. He knew that his presence, to the cattle and sheep, meant only food or a shift of quarters; and that an outsider could drive or tend them as readily as could he on whose farm they had been born. Their possible affec