That's all I know about it.

And he tole me that once he used to have a dog--one of these little kind of dogs--and he was flying his kite, and just for fun he tied the kite-string onto his dog's tail.

And then the wind struck her and his dog went a-scuddin' down the street with his hind legs in the air for about a mile, when the kite all of a sudden begun to go up, and in about a minute the dog was fifteen miles high and commanding a view of California and Egypt, I think Bill said.

He came down, anyhow, I know, in Brazil, and Bill said he swum home all the way in the Atlantic Ocean; and when he landed, his legs were all nibbled off by sharks.
"I wish father'd buy me a dog, so's I could send him up that way.

But I never have any luck.