Once again I’d like to face a mountain breeze and smell the wonderful scent of the redbuds, and papaws, and the dogwoods.
With my hands I’d like to caress the cool white bark of a sycamore.
Just before he drew his last breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. And although he was dead, she had left the doghouse, had come back to the porch, and snuggled up by his side.” ― “I found her lying on her stomach, her hind legs stretched out straight, and her front feet folded back under her chest. I saw the trail where she had dragged herself through the leaves. It would be the kind of world that God wants us to have—a wonderful world.” ― “Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse.
Then with one last sigh, and a feeble thump of his tail, his friendly gray eyes closed forever.” ― “What I saw was more than I could stand. It looked so lonely and empty sitting there in the moonlight. I thought of the many times I had lain in my bed and listened to the squeaking of the door as my dogs went in and out. I heard the stationmaster say, 'They already know you.' I knelt down and gathered them in my arms.
The real story begins when the man, who is named Billy Coleman, begins to recount his childhood.
He remembers that when he was 10-years old he was stuck by the 'terrible disease of puppy love.' We learn that though he wants a pair of coon hunting pups badly, his family just cannot afford to buy them for him no matter how badly Billy wants them. I wondered how he could paint so many different colors in one night; red, wine, yellow, and rust.” ― “People have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. All I have left are my dreams and memories, but if God is willing, some day I’d like to go back—back to those beautiful hills.I’d like to walk again on trails I walked in my boyhood days.The dog is very beat up and travel worn and wears a crudely made collar lovingly scribbled with the name 'Buddy.' This dog reminds the man of his own childhood during the Great Depression and the two dogs that he owned and loved.As he cares for, and feeds the old redbone stray, he starts to remember his exploits as a child growing up in the Ozark Mountains of Oklahoma and how much he loved his own dogs.This coming of age story begins when a man encounters a dog fight while walking home from work.He watches the fight and is surprised when he spies a mangey old redbone hound actually putting up a terrific fight against the much healthier pack of dogs surrounding the hound.I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it wouldn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too. With the last ounce of strength in her body, she had dragged herself to the grave of Old Dan.” ― “Men," said Mr. I may be wrong, but I call it love--the deepest kind of love.” ― “It’s a shame that people all over the world can’t have that kind of love in their hearts,” he said.Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.” ― “Old Dan must have known he was dying. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. “There would be no wars, slaughter, or murder; no greed or selfishness."Glory and victory were waiting for them, but sadness waited too.And close by was the strange and wonderful power that's only found where the red fern grows(WTRFG)." Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls is an adventurous tale about a boy growing up in the Ozark Mountains and the relationship that he has with his two dogs.