Calico Dorsey Mail Dog of the Mining Camps

Name: Calico Dorsey Mail Dog of the Mining Camps
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ISBN: 9781582463186

ISBN-10: 1582463182

ISBN-13: 9781582463186

Edition: 2010

Authors: Susan Lendroth, Adam Gustavson

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Neither rain, nor snow, nor gloom of night kept this poch from his appointed rounds! Back in the 1880s, when the Old West boomed with the rush for gold and silver, the miners of Calico, California, needed a mail carrier they could count on. And they found him in a Border collie named Dorsey. Based on the true story of the most celebrated canine mail carrier in U.S. history,Calico Dorseytells the tale of a winsome stray who found both a home and a calling on the mining trails of the Old West. An Author's Note includes a photograph of the real-life Dorsey, as well as historical information about the dog and the mining town he called home. From the Hardcover edition.

Book details

List price: $16.99
Copyright year: 2010
Publisher: Ten Speed Press
Publication date: 9/28/2010
Binding: Hardcover
Pages: 32
Size: 10.75" wide x 9.25" long x 0.50" tall
Weight: 1.034
Language: English

SUSAN LENDROTH has had a lifelong fascination with history. The seaside setting of OCEAN WIDE, OCEAN DEEP, which follows her first picturebook, WHY EXPLORE?, also pays homage to her love of the ocean. When she's not working on picturebooks, Susan writes essays and freelance travel articles for a variety of magazines and newspapers. She lives in Southern California with her daughter. ENRIQUE S.MOREIRO studied Fine Art at the University of Madrid. He has painted postage stamps for the nations of Micronesia, Tanzania, Dominica, and St. Vincent, among others. Enrique lives in Spain with his wife and son.



Al Stacy almost missed the stray huddled on the porch. Wistful brown eyes looked up at him from the shadows. Al sighed. "Come on," he said, opening the door.


His brother, Everett, was stirring a pot while Everett's daughter, Nellie set the table.


"Where'd you find him?" asked Nellie.


"He sort of found me," said Al, shaking the rain off his hat. Everett dished up four plates of stew over biscuits. Nellie brought one to the wet dog, then sat beside him, stroking his bedraggled fur.


"What's his name, Uncle Al?"


"I think I'll call him Dorsey."


Al's new dog wagged his tail.