As he crossed the log over the mill-stream, the spotted fox-hound puppy waddled after him, and several startled rabbits peered out from a clump of sassafras by the "worm" fence.

Over the fence went Abel, and under it, on his fat little belly, went Moses, the puppy.

In the meadow the life-everlasting shed a fragrant pollen in the sunshine, and a few crippled grasshoppers deluded themselves into the belief that the summer still lingered.

Once the puppy tripped over a love-vine, and getting his front paws painfully entangled yelped sharply for assistance.

Picking him up, Abel carried him in his arms to the pine wood, where he place him on a bed of needles in a hollow.
Through the slender boles of the trees, the sunlight fell in bars on the carpet of pine-cones.