The document features a narrative about a dog named Old Yeller, recounting the emotions of love and loss after having to put him down. It also describes a dark, stormy night as experienced by a girl named Meg Murry, who feels overwhelmed by her circumstances. Lastly, it speaks of a young man's departure from his father's house in June 1751, highlighting a moment of kindness from a minister named Mr. Campbell as he accompanies him.

2.  We called him Old Yeller. The name had a sort of double meaning. One part
meant that his short hair was a dingy yellow, a color that we called “yeller” in
those days. The other meant that when he opened his head, the sound he let
out came closer to being a yell than a bark. I remember like yesterday how
he strayed in out of nowhere to our log cabin on Birdsong Creek. He made
me so mad at first that I wanted to kill him. Then, later, when I had to kill
him, it was like having to shoot some of my own folks. That‟s how much I‟d
come to think of the big yeller dog. He came in the late 1860‟s, the best I
remember.
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3.  It was a dark and stormy night.
In her attic bedroom Margaret Murry, wrapped in an old patchwork
quilt, sat on the foot of her bed and watched the trees tossing in
the frenzied lashing of the wind. Behind the trees clouds scudded
frantically across the sky. Every few moments the moon ripped
through them, creating wraith-like shadows that raced along the
ground. The house shook. Wrapped in her quilt, Meg shook. She
wasn't usually afraid of weather. -It's not just the weather, she
thought. -It's the weather on top of everything else. On top of me.
On top of Meg Murry doing everything wrong.
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4.  I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of
June, the year of grace 1751, when I took the key for the last time out of the door
of my father‟s house. The sun began to shine upon the summit of the hills as I
went down the road; and by the time I had come as far as the manse, the
blackbirds were whistling in the garden lilacs, and the mist that hung around the
valley in the time of the dawn was beginning to arise and die away. Mr. Campbell,
the minister of Essendean, was waiting for me by the garden gate, good man! He
asked me if I had breakfasted; and hearing that I lacked for nothing, he took my
hand in both of his and clapped it kindly under his arm. „Well, Davie, lad‟ said he,
„ I will go with you as far as the ford, to set you on the way,‟. And we began to
walk forward in silence.
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