Pep: The Story of a Brave Dog — Story, Setting & Ideas

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Authors: Hawkes, Clarence, 1869-1954, Van Dresser, William, 1871-1950 [Illustrator] Digital Source: Project Gutenberg Gutenberg Release Year: 2019 First Publication Year: Not confirmed

Key Word: Dogs -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction; Physicians -- Juvenile fiction Target Reader: Readers of public-domain and historical texts

Book Edition: Project Gutenberg digital edition Book Language: en

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Words 25,315

Reading time 111 min

Text sections 10

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Source: Project Gutenberg record #59909

Clarence Hawkes' 1922 children's novel follows a bull terrier named Pep from shipwreck to WWI hospital work in Brest, using a dog's perspective to observe medical routines and soldier morale. The narrative shifts between Pep's sensory observations and the doctor's wartime duties, with the introduction tracing dog evolution from wolves.

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velvet. Well it might have shone, for the doctor’s man had been washing and brushing the dog for weeks.

Pep knew that the trip was momentous, but just where they were going, or what was up he could not have told.

His master was usually calm and collected, but this morning, he was excited. The dog could feel it plainly. In fact he felt all the changes of temperament in his beloved master. If he was sad or glad the dog changed his own feelings to keep pace with his god.

Pep was not as democratic as most terriers. He was quite particular about his friendships. There was but one person in the whole world whom he devotedly loved and that was the doctor. You could see this by the way he looked sideways at his master when he tired of the landscape. Also by the manner in which he met the advances of strangers on the train.

Their destination was the New York Bench Show where Pep was to be entered. This was the momentous errand on which they were bent.

Pep was the usual type of bull terrier, about sixteen inches at the shoulders and weighing nearly forty pounds.

His ears were cocked and pointed. Their backs had been shaved that very morning, and the pink blood coursed through them freely.

The doctor was reading a newspaper and occasionally the dog would give it a poke with his nose, to intimate that the man ought to stop and talk to him.

The doctor and his wife had no children and they always referred to Pep as “the boy.”

Arrived at the New York Central, Pep and his master took a taxi for Madison Square. Once they were fairly within this great arena, Pep thought it the most exciting place he had ever even dreamed of.

Such a host of dogs he had not thought the world contained. There were large dogs and small dogs, short-haired dogs and long-haired dogs, excited dogs and complacent dogs, but most all were excited. A dog had to have a pretty good opinion of himself to keep his head in such a place as this. Such a chorus of yelping and barking, growling and whining greeted them as they walked down the main street that Pep did not know whether to be joyous or angry. For the life of him he could not tell whether it was only just play, or the preliminary to a great fight.

If the men did really loose all these dogs and they should fly at one another’s throats, he made up his mind that he would get a good hold on the throat of a bulldog who had growled at him as he passed, and not let go until the cross fellow had apologized.

Presently they stopped before a man in a small booth, who asked a lot of tiresome questions about Pep. He wanted his age, weight, breeding and many more facts, which the master patiently gave him.

Finally Pep was given a number, 223, and they passed along.

They passed by St. Bernard street, Newfoundland street, Collie street and finally down to the smaller dogs, until they came to the terriers, where they located permanently in Bull Terrier street. There were about forty dogs here, tied in a double row, with a broad walk between the rows. Here the master tied Pep in his own stall and told him to be a good dog, and went to look for some friends.

For the first five minutes the dogs in Bull Terrier street were very disrespectful to Pep and called him all the bad names in the dog dictionary, but seeing how goodnatured he was, they soon ceased their jollying and asked him where he came from, what his master’s name was, and what his name was. Presently he was on speaking terms with the dogs on either side of him.

“It is a very fast class, Pep old boy,” said a sleek terrier across the street. “If the judge so much as looks at you you will be lucky.”

“My master says I am a sure winner, but I am not saying anything about it.”

“You’ve told each newcomer for the past two hours,” growled a savage looking bull terrier next to him. “If I could only slip my collar, I would fix you so that the judge would kick you out of the ring. You have got too many airs, my fine fellow.” At this harsh threat the dandy slunk back in his corner and finally lay down and pretended he was asleep, but Pep knew he was just shamming.

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The introduction to Pep: The Story of a Brave Dog opens not with the titular dog but with a scientific claim: that the dog descended from the wolf, a fact Hawkes calls “almost like a stern irony of fate.” This framing establishes a tension between the wolf’s “skulking cunning” and the dog’s fidelity, a contrast that the narrative will explore through Pep’s behavior. The author’s voice is direct and declarative, often using short, emphatic sentences. The story itself begins in medias res with a shipwreck, where the doctor ties a shoestring to Pep’s collar to keep him safe. The prose shifts from the introduction’s broad evolutionary perspective to a tight, action-focused sequence, signaling that the book will alternate between reflective passages and urgent wartime episodes.

From Wolf Ancestry to Shoestring Collar

The introduction’s claim that the wolf is “the progenitor of man’s friend” sets up a recurring pattern: the narrative repeatedly contrasts wild origins with domesticated loyalty. Hawkes writes that the collie “is not so far removed from a wolf,” and that it is “very easy for him to slip back.” Yet Pep, a bull terrier, is shown as utterly dependent on human care. In the shipwreck scene, the doctor’s practical solution—tying a shoestring to Pep’s collar—emphasizes the dog’s vulnerability. The prose here is terse: “He unlaced his shoes and tied the strings together.” The action is stripped of sentiment, focusing on the physical act of securing the dog. This moment echoes the introduction’s evolutionary narrative: the wolf once hung on the outskirts of the campfire; now the dog is literally tied to his master for survival. The shift from broad natural history to a single, concrete detail (the shoestring) illustrates Hawkes’ method of grounding abstract ideas in specific, observable moments.

Pep’s Hospital Routine and the Doctor’s Chart

Once assigned to the hospital at Brest, the narrative slows into a routine. Hawkes describes Pep’s daily rounds with the doctor, and the prose adopts a patient, observational tone. The dog “would follow sedately at his master’s heels” and watch the doctor examine patients. The text lists the doctor’s actions: “First he would say ‘Good morning’ … Then the doctor would go to the paper which they called a chart.” The repetition of “would” creates a sense of habitual time. Pep learns to read the doctor’s mood from the chart, though the narrative never claims the dog understands medicine—only that “Pep could usually tell whether or not his master was pleased.” This limited perspective keeps the focus on observable behavior. The hospital scenes are quiet, filled with details of bandages and convalescents playing cards. The pace contrasts sharply with the shipwreck’s urgency, showing how the book modulates between crisis and calm.

Soldiers’ Confidences and the Word “Boche”

In the convalescents’ ward, Pep becomes a listener. The soldiers “took Pep into their confidence and told him about their sweethearts at home.” The narrative voice here is gentle, almost tender, but it also registers the war’s emotional weight. Hawkes notes that the soldiers’ faces “always grew grave or angry when they mentioned the word Bo”—the text cuts off, but the implication is clear. The word “Boche” appears earlier in the shipwreck scene, when the doctor vows to “get even with the Boche.” This recurring term anchors the story in World War I rhetoric. Pep’s role as a silent confidant allows the narrative to convey the soldiers’ feelings without direct dialogue. The dog “felt in some way that it helped the soldiers to pet him,” a sentence that stays within Pep’s limited understanding while hinting at the therapeutic function of animals. The prose remains concrete, never veering into abstract psychology.

Readers will notice that the narrative voice shifts between the introduction’s authoritative, almost scientific tone and the story’s more intimate, dog-centered perspective. Pay attention to how Hawkes uses Pep’s limited viewpoint to filter the war: the dog notices sounds, smells, and routines, but never grasps the larger conflict. This restraint gives the book a quiet, observational quality that distinguishes it from more sentimental animal stories. The pacing varies between action and routine, and the language stays close to what Pep might see or hear.

Pep’s quiet courage in that hospital ward stayed with me long after the last page—how a dog’s steady presence softened hard days. That same gentle warmth lingers in Dido, the Dancing Bear: His Many Adventures — Inside the Classic, where another animal’s patient heart makes the world feel a little kinder, a little less lonely. It’s the kind of book that hums softly in your memory.