Old Yeller

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Harper Collins, Aug 18, 2009 - Juvenile Fiction - 208 pages
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At first, Travis couldn't stand the sight of Old Yeller

The stray dog was ugly, and a thieving rascal, too. But he sure was clever, and a smart dog could be a big help on the wild Texas frontier, especially with Papa away on a long cattle drive up to Abilene.

Strong and courageous, Old Yeller proved that he could protect Travis's family from any sort of danger. But can Travis do the same for Old Yeller?

 

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This book was really interesting. I liked it but sometimes I didn't really undestand some parts. I this this book was very good and tells about how things were back then.

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This was an amazing adventurous book. This story takes place in Texas during the 1860ʻs. Old yeller was an ugly, stray dog who eventually became best friends with Travis. Old yeller is a kind, brave and a good friend. Old yeller protected the family and became very close with Travis and Arliss. This story taught a lesson by not judging anyone by how they look. 

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Contents

Section 1
1
Section 2
11
Section 3
15
Section 4
25
Section 5
43
Section 6
55
Section 7
71
Section 8
79
Section 9
99
Section 10
105
Section 11
113
Section 12
121
Section 13
129
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Page 129 - It's not a thing you can forget. I don't guess it's a thing you ought to forget. What I mean is, things like that happen. They may seem mighty cruel and unfair, but that's how life is a part of the time. "But that isn't the only way life is. A part of the time, it's mighty good. And a man can't afford to waste all the good part, worrying about the bad parts. That makes it all bad You understand?
Page 21 - ... made and knew it was worth bragging about to Mama. But what was the use? She wouldn't pay me any mind — not until I did something she thought I shouldn't have done. Then she'd treat me like I wasn't any older than Little Arliss. I sulked and felt sorry for myself all the time I worked with the meat. The more I thought about it, the madder I got at the big yeller dog. I hung the fresh cuts of venison up in the dog run, right where Old Yeller had stolen the hog meat the night he came. I did it...
Page 39 - Gipson's most vivid and tense passages: . . . the she bear was charging across the shallows in the creek. She was knocking sheets of water high in the bright sun, charging with her fur up and her long teeth bared, filling the canyon with that awful coughing roar. And no matter how fast Mama ran or how fast I ran, the she bear was going to get there first! I think I nearly went blind then, picturing what was going to happen to Little Arliss. I know that I opened my mouth to scream and not any sound...
Page 9 - I looked down then. At the same instant, a dog rose from where he'd been curled up on the ground beside the barrel that held our cornmeal. He was a big ugly slick-haired yeller dog. One short ear had been chewed clear off and his tail had been bobbed so close to his rump that there was hardly stub enough left to wag.
Page 128 - That was as rough a thing as I ever heard tell of happening to a boy, and I'm mighty proud to learn how my boy stood up to it. You couldn't ask any more of a grown man.
Page 40 - ... sure didn't show it like we all did. Little Arliss had hushed his screaming, but he was trembling all over and clinging to Mama like he'd never let her go. And Mama was sitting in the middle of the floor, holding him up close and crying like she'd never stop. And me, I was close to crying, myself. • Old Yeller, though, all he did was come bounding in to jump on us and lick us in the face and bark so loud that there, inside the cabin, the noise nearly made us deaf. The way he acted, you might...
Page 93 - ... measured to get each rope the same length and made sure they were far enough back that the cowhide wouldn't touch Jumper's heels. Like most mules, Jumper was mighty fussy about anything touching his heels. "Now, Travis, you ride him," Mama said, "and I'll lead him.".
Page 115 - He stood watching them a minute, like he was trying to make up his mind about something; then he went trotting after them.

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With Old Yeller, Fred Gipson secured his place as one of the finest novelists in America. The book was published to instant acclaim and has become one of the most beloved children's classics ever written. Since its publication in 1956, Old Yeller has won countless awards, including the 1957 Newbery Honor. Mr. Gipson's other works include both fiction and non-fiction. He grew up in the Texas hill country and died in 1973.

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