"Where the Red Fern Grows" Quotes

After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years.

I buried my face into the side of the big red hound and cried.

I had heard the old Indian legend about the red fern. How a little Indian boy and girl were lost in a blizzard and had frozen to death.

I never knew a dog could have so much love for a human being.

They gave their lives for me. They would fight anything - anything that moved.

The way they looked at me, you could tell they wanted to go hunting.

I took my dogs hunting with me almost every day that summer.

I felt like the luckiest boy in the world.

God, if I just had the money, I’d buy me a coon hound like that and I’d train it and I’d go hunting with it.

The love and faith of a little hound had brought me through a terrible time.