Critical Analysis of Where the Red Fern Grows - Wilson Rawls
Critical Analysis of Where the Red Fern Grows - Wilson Rawls
This book was written by Wilson Rawls. Mr. Rawls based this story on his life as a boy. Wilson was born on a small farm in the Ozark Mountains, and also owned a blue tick hound. Wilson would love to roam northeaster Oklahoma with his dog. Wilson loved to tell stories to and about his dog.
This story was about a little boy named Billy who longed for not one but two hound dogs ever since he had red an article about them in a sports magazine. Billy would beg his mom and dad for them every day for weeks, and even months. Every time he would ask he would get an excuse, either they didn’t have enough money, or he just wasn’t old enough. Billy could get the dogs off his mind he would think about them all the time. One day after talking to his dad, his dad left for the store and came back with a surprise for Billy. Billy expected it to be a bag of candy, instead his dad pulled out three small steal traps. Billy was really excited and that very next morning set them up. Billy would catch little things like squirrels, skunks and rabbits. The only thing Billy was missing was a big coonskin. The one-day that he found the article saying "registered red bone coonhound pups twenty-five dollars each" Billy was determined. He decided he would work day and night to pick berries, sell his skins to his grandfather’s store, and selling crawfish and minnows to the fishers for bait. By the time Billy was 12 he was over his half way mark. He worked another year till that great day came that he had fifty dollars. He could feel the hound pups in his hands. He left early one morning, with the tin of money safely in his overalls, to head for his grandfather’s store. Billy left early one morning to go get the dogs he had wanted for so long. Billy had never been in town he had heard stories, and knew how to get there but never seen any of its wonders. Billy went through the hills twenty miles. His feet became very sore from walking...