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Updated: May 16, 2025
Their minds were full of the same thoughts, and there was a sympathetic communion between them which did not need to be expressed in words. Hearing footsteps on the road, they looked around, and saw Melchior Barndollar coming toward them.
A large and very handsome dog of the Scotch shepherd breed was running along before him, and when he stopped at the gate it came back and stood near him, with its intelligent brown eyes fixed on his face. "You have got another collie, I see," said Brent. "No; this is the only one I've ever owned," replied Barndollar.
"Yes; I should have known his ancestors were dark-haired Swabians even if he had not told me so. He is something of a scholar, I should say, and he seems as true a gentleman as ever lived. What a shame it is that his good South-German name should have been corrupted into Barndollar!" "I heard this Barndollar's praises sounded about three hours ago." "By whom?"
He answered my questions about the old German settlers intelligently enough; but he said nobody could tell me as much about such matters as 'Melker Barndollar, of whom he spoke with 'bated breath. He also invited me to visit him." "Shall you accept his invitation?" "I have fully made up my mind to go; but that doesn't make it certain that I shall."
Its master said the dog that was shot came from the other side of the mountains, and was worth a dozen such curs as his." Rena stepped into the road and began stroking the dog's head and neck. As she did so, her father came out of the house, and, seeing Barndollar at the gate, he came down to speak to him.
One morning Rena received a visit from her most intimate friend, Elsa Barndollar, who was only fifteen years old, but, having spent the preceding season at a city boarding-school, considered herself a grown woman with an unusually wide experience. Although passionately devoted to Rena, she was as fond of teasing her as Brent himself.
But although Melchior Barndollar was far superior to the Reinfelters in culture and in knowledge of the world, he did not interest Brent as much as they did. The positiveness of their beliefs was a special source of wonder to him.
The dog ran away in the direction of the Barndollar farm, and she bound up her hand and managed to keep the wound from being noticed while it was healing, for she was anxious to avoid increasing the anxiety her parents already felt. Only a slight scar now remained; but Elsa's account of the mad dogs left no doubt in her mind that she was in imminent danger of a frightful death.
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