John Ames Mitchell,
The Pines of Lory — IV. Northward
(1901)
“ He whined, pulled hard at his chain, and stood up on his hind legs, waving his front ones in excited welcome.“There is somebody glad to see me, anyway,” thought Pats, as he sat on an anchor bar with the dog’s head between his knees. There had always been more or less conversation between these two: not that Solomon understood the exact meaning of all the words, but he did thoroughly understand that trust and affection formed the bulk of the sentiments expressed. And these things being the basis of Solomon’s character rendered him a sympathetic and grateful listener. ”
