It's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you've seen, or something you've heard, or the sight… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share Image
After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love. I don't mean… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“It's hard for a man to stand and watch an old hound fight against such odds, especially if that man has memories in his… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“I have never been back to the Ozarks. All I have left are my dreams and memories, but if God is willing, some day… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
Old Dan must have known he was dying. Just before he drew his last breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Then… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“looked over to where I had dropped my net. There it was right where I had dropped it; wide open and not a monkey… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
It's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
Daisy smiled and said, "Jay Berry, you won't die. You may think you will, but you won't. In a day or two, you'll be… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“I wanted so much to step over and pick them up. Several times I tried to move my feet, but they seemed to be… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“We’re going to build a big pen out of that chicken wire,” he said. “It’ll have a top on it and a door with… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
“Men," said Mr. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck deep in… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
I had heard the old Indian legend about the red fern. How a little Indian boy and girl were lost in a blizzard and… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely and empty… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share
