Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . and whine until the stick was flung out forhim. But best of all he loved to dive for stones. At the peep of many a day, too, he went out in thepunt to the fishing-grounds with Billy Topsail, andthere kept the lad good company all the day long. Itwas because he sat up in the bow, as if keeping a look-out ahead, that he was called Skipper. Sure, tis a clever dog, that! was Billys boast. He would save life—that dog would! This was proved beyond doubt when little IsaiahTommy Goodman toddled over the wharf-head, wherehe had been playing. I
Carroll and Brooks readers - a reader for the fifth grade . and whine until the stick was flung out forhim. But best of all he loved to dive for stones. At the peep of many a day, too, he went out in thepunt to the fishing-grounds with Billy Topsail, andthere kept the lad good company all the day long. Itwas because he sat up in the bow, as if keeping a look-out ahead, that he was called Skipper. Sure, tis a clever dog, that! was Billys boast. He would save life—that dog would! This was proved beyond doubt when little IsaiahTommy Goodman toddled over the wharf-head, wherehe had been playing. Isaiah Tommy was fouryears old, and would surely have been drowned hadnot Skipper strolled down the wharf just at thatmoment. Skipper was obedient to the instinct of all New-foundland dogs to drag the sons of men from the plunged in and caught Isaiah Tommy by the collarof his pinafore. Still following his instinct, he keptthe childs head above water with powerful strokes ofhis fore paws while he towed him to shore. Then the BILLY TOPSAILS DOG 13. outcry which Isaiah Tommy immediately set upbrought his mother to complete the rescue. For this deed Skipper was petted for a day and ahalf, and fed with fried fish and salt pork, to his evi-dent pleasure. No doubt he was persuaded that hehad acted worthily. However that be, he continuedin merry moods, in affectionate behavior, in honesty—although the fish were even then drying on theflakes, all exposed—and he carried his clog like a realhero. One day in the spring of the year, when high windsspring suddenly from the land, Billy Topsail was fish-ing from his punt, the Never Give Up, over the shal-lows of Mollys Head. It was fish weather, as theEuddy Cove men say—gray, cold, and misty. The har-bor entrance lay two miles to the southwest. The 14 A READER FOR THE FIFTH GRADE ? bluffs which marked it could hardly be seen, for themist hung thick off the shore. Four punts and a skiffwere bobbing half a mile farther out to sea
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