The Adventures of a Dog, and a Good Dog Too
With long rests, from which I rose each time with greater difficulty,--with increasing anxiety as I drew near my home, to learn all that had taken place during my absence,--and yet with legs which almost refused to carry me; after many days that seemed to have grown into months,--they were so full of care and suffering,--I toiled up a hill, which had, I thought, the power of getting steeper as I ascended.