Stephen W. Meader > Quotes

“An instinct for battle that had come to him from a thousand fighting ancestors thrilled through his whipcord body. He dove into the fray like a bolt of white lightning.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier

“The little black dog dashed out and away down the street toward the beach. They got him back with difficulty but he continued to bark eagerly as if he were trying to tell his owners some thrilling secret.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier

“After dinner Miss June and the family came, followed by the butler, the cook, the maids and grooms, the gardener and the kennel-man, and carols were sung for half an hour. Then presents were distributed to all the servants. At last, when goodnights and holiday greetings had been spoken, the dog and the girl were left alone in the glow of the Christmas tree.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier

“The bloody head lifted feebly and one battered eye opened. Frightened, Tony almost took his wagon and ran away. Instead he stayed, for he saw that the animal was trying pitifully to wag his tail.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier

“And if you had passed him as he crouched there at the top of the porch steps, shivering in the October wind, you would have seen an unquenchable spark of hope in his somber black eyes.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier

“Lost, strayed or stolen: White English Bull Terrier, last seen on beach at Ventnor, Sept. 7. Well-grown dog, 20 months old, weight about 55 lbs. Registered as Ch. Snowboy of Battersby. Answers to name of “Bat.” A family pet, highly valued to owners. $500 reward for return, no questions asked. Address all communications to Ransdell Faulkner, Ventnor, N.J.”
― Stephen W. Meader, Bat: The Story of a Bull Terrier