Quotes from John Taintor Foote

His spirit was sweeping like the wind over Elysian Fields and flashing into point after point on celestial quail.

It was the nose of a champion still, and wind and dark and snow could not prevail against it – there was a grouse in the brush heap.

He came home quite gloomy, though, because the pointers were winning all down the line, ' ' Ell-ooping all over the country like a lot of gray'ounds,' is what he told me. 'Don't they find birds?' I asked, and I gathered from what he said that when a pointer stumbled over a bevy, he stopped in astonishment.

The white ghost knew what all these horsemen meant; he knew what was expected of him that day; but he knew that is body ached, that his throat was dry, and that the rolling stubble called but faintly to him. The day before he had eaten a piece of tainted meat no bigger than a lump of sugar, and now it was better to lie quietly I the soft straw then to pit one's speed and nose against another over those long, long miles.

The winner of the National or the All America has Champion written before his name from that day on, and never again may compete in open trials. He is a crowned king, whose sons and daughters are of the blood royal. He may not stoop to struggle with more common clay.

Then, for the first time in her married life, Leona addressed her husband. "Assassin!" she gasped, and fled.

Down the ribboned aisle, the rubber smell discarded for the more certain scent of Peter's footsteps, came two animated mops of dust and swamp ooze. They came swiftly, surely, and they threw themselves with abandon at Peter, who they had come so far to find.

He's a flyin' mchine, with a telescope nose. You got a grand dog, Mr. Gregory, a grand dog. A gamer dog never lived – he'll try all the way; but this here dog that old fool's go a hold of somehow aint't human. In three hours he'll find all the quail in the state!

And so there was a chair which no one ever sat in standing in the bay window of the living-room. And it was understood that the chair would remain empty until a dog was born at Brookfield who could lie in it without shame.