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"That's the dog," Donaldson praised him. "When the shadows get too close bark at 'em like that!" The bellicose attitude of the tiny body brought a smile to Donaldson's mouth. This, too, was like a bromide to shaking nerves. But in this position the dog did not so closely resemble that other dog which he had held upon his knee. He looked thinner, more angular.
Seton put on his coat and wrote out instructions for the further care of the man. But before leaving he again turned his shrewd eyes upon Donaldson himself. "My boy," he said kindly, "you ought to pay some attention to your own health. I hate to see a man of your age go to pieces." He squinted curiously at Donaldson's eyes. The latter withdrew a little.
He was convinced now that human eyes had watched him for some time through the log wall the night before, but he could not connect them with the business in hand. He set resolutely about his business, which was to turn up, somehow, some way, a proof of the truth of Maggie Donaldson's dying statement.
We doubt if a philosophical critic is perfectly educated for his task, unless he can read, for instance, Donaldson's "New Cratylus" on the one hand, and Rokitansky's "Pathological Anatomy" on the other, for the sheer pleasure of the thing. At any rate, it was an education of this sort which M. Taine, at the outset of his literary career, had secured.
He did not even know it was Island No. 10, Donaldson's Point; he didn't know that he was leaving Kentucky to skirt Tennessee; much less did he dream that he was passing Kentucky again. He looked at a shanty-boat moored at the foot of a mile-long sandbar; saw, without observing, a skiff against the bar just above the cabined scow.
The story moved me so much that I wrote an open letter to the Sun over my own signature, in which I sought to refute the charge by recounting the story of Donaldson's noble conduct, and his constant readiness for self-sacrifice in other situations quite as dire.
Donaldson's cheeks, and even the Colonel's eyes glistened as they clasped one after another of their children to their hearts, and invoked on them the blessing of Heaven. From this scene Mr. Arlington and I had stood aloof, silent, but not uninterested spectators.
Of one thing Donaldson thought he could be sure; that whatever she did she would do with all her heart. These and many other fugitive thoughts passed through Donaldson's brain during the few minutes he was left here alone with her.
The machine leaped forward with a shock that nearly tossed him off. To save himself he sprang to the empty seat beside the girl. The man at the wheel had apparently not noticed him; he had plenty to occupy his mind to control the machine which was tearing along at the rate of fifty miles an hour. The girl leaned forward and gripped Donaldson's arm. "You must stop him," she said.
Through some mischance I have lost the address of Donaldson's son. Should he happen to read these lines I hope he will communicate with me. In the history of contests since man first began striving against his fellows, seldom has a record performance stood so long unbroken as that of the good airship Barnum, made thirty-three years ago.
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