Finder, Coal Mine Dog

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Finder, Coal Mine Dog — page 6 — CHAPTER 1 Hunting September 10 1909 My nose twitches I am on the scent of rabbit on the brush and quail in the tall grass The rab bit trail winds into a mound of thorns When I poke my head underneath the branches the perfume of ripe blackberries makes me drool I pluck a few from the ends with my teeth until the thorns prick my ears and I scuttle out Then I catch another smell It’s sharp and heavy and I don’t recognize the critter The track zigzags into tall grass and I follow it Finder’s a straddler like Daisy was a voice says behind me That means he works with his nose to

Finder, Coal Mine Dog — page 7 — Alison Hart the ground Not like a drifter who catches scent from the air Straddlers are slower but the wind don’t bother them Our Daisy could scent a possum in a storm That’s Uncle speaking We’re training or at least that’s what he calls it Me I’m just letting my nose lead me The pungent smell grows thicker as I come to a fallen tree The trunk is rotten the bark shredded as if animals have been scratching on it 2

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