Dumb Bell Of Brookfield Quotes

“(From the Foreword) The first time I read “Dumb-Bell of Brookfield” I laughed and I cried. The second time I read it I laughed more and I cried more. The third time – but I love dogs and I am emotional. If you are not a dog lover, do not read the book for it is an example of brief, simple, sincere writing that should bring joy to anybody, and I cherish the spiteful conviction that a person who does not love fine dogs does not deserve a fine book. He has missed so much anyhow that a little more cannot make any possible difference.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“And so there was a chair which no one ever sat in standing in the bay window of the living-room. And it was understood that the chair would remain empty until a dog was born at Brookfield who could lie in it without shame.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“He’s a flyin’ mchine, with a telescope nose. You got a grand dog, Mr. Gregory, a grand dog. A gamer dog never lived – he’ll try all the way; but this here dog that old fool’s go a hold of somehow aint’t human. In three hours he’ll find all the quail in the state!”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“Down the ribboned aisle, the rubber smell discarded for the more certain scent of Peter’s footsteps, came two animated mops of dust and swamp ooze. They came swiftly, surely, and they threw themselves with abandon at Peter, who they had come so far to find.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“Then, for the first time in her married life, Leona addressed her husband.
“Assassin!” she gasped, and fled.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“The winner of the National or the All America has Champion written before his name from that day on, and never again may compete in open trials. He is a crowned king, whose sons and daughters are of the blood royal. He may not stoop to struggle with more common clay.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“The white ghost knew what all these horsemen meant; he knew what was expected of him that day; but he knew that is body ached, that his throat was dry, and that the rolling stubble called but faintly to him. The day before he had eaten a piece of tainted meat no bigger than a lump of sugar, and now it was better to lie quietly I the soft straw then to pit one’s speed and nose against another over those long, long miles.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“One day ‘ere comes a specimen up the drive – it’s a long-necked Scotchman with reddish ‘air like, ‘E ‘as a shiny black ‘amper in one ‘and an’ a bundle tied with rope in the other. At ‘is ‘eels was a yellow-ided butcher’s bull as big as ‘e was ugly.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“He came home quite gloomy, though, because the pointers were winning all down the line, ‘ ‘ Ell-ooping all over the country like a lot of gray’ounds,’ is what he told me. ‘Don’t they find birds?’ I asked, and I gathered from what he said that when a pointer stumbled over a bevy, he stopped in astonishment.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“One day he had hunted quail from a pink dawn to a red eye. They had taken out as a brace mate young Susan Whitestone, who was something of a flibbertigibbet. The perverse creature had insisted on flying to to far dim thickets in her searchings, leaving nearer cover unexplored. It was that way with the young -success was always just over the hill. Dumb-Bell had humored the silly thing, had even been caught up by her infectious, sweeping flights He had run without restraint, without dignity, with abandon.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“It was the nose of a champion still, and wind and dark and snow could not prevail against it – there was a grouse in the brush heap.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield

“His spirit was sweeping like the wind over Elysian Fields and flashing into point after point on celestial quail.”
― John Taintor Foote, Dumb Bell Of Brookfield