SPORTING DOGS BREEDING AND BREAKING. 293 



One of the best dogs I ever owned was a red 

 setter, named Jack, a large, strong, upheaded 

 dog. I bred him myself, and sold him when a 

 pup to a butcher. With plenty to eat and no- 

 thing to do he grew up big, and was always 

 fat. The butcher had him until he was two 

 years old, and thought a good deal of him, 

 though he never used him in the field or any- 

 where else, except as a watch-dog and to follow 

 his meat-wagon. The butcher died when Jack 

 was two years old, and I bought him of the 

 widow. He was entirely unbroken when I took 

 him out with a steady old dog. The latter got 

 a point, and thereupon Jack ran in, flushed the 

 birds, and chased them. After he had gone 

 forty or fifty yards I hallooed at him, but he 

 did not notice it. I knew what he would do, 

 as his parents were both high-headed, bold-rang- 

 ing dogs, and he was given to riotous frolicking 

 and full of pluck. I had loaded both barrels of 

 my gun expressly for his benefit, and now shot 

 at him. The distance was rather long, but he 

 was well stung. Nevertheless, he did not mind 

 it, and kept on. Thereupon I let him have the 

 other barrel, upon which he came back. At the 

 next point at pinnated grouse in prairie-grass 



