594 THE AMEEICAN BOOK OF THE DOG. 



at the shoulder is twenty-seven inches for a dog and twen- 

 ty-five for a bitch, and a fair average weight is one hundred 

 pounds and eighty -five pounds, respectively. 



Among the few fine Newfoundlands in this country, the 

 most of which were imported from England, I will mention 

 Sam, owned by Mr. J. A. Nickerson, Boston, Mass. ; Miro, 

 owned by Mr. S. S. McCuen, New Orleans, La. ; Mayor of 

 Bingley, owned by Mr. C. H. Mason, New York, N. Y.; 

 New York Lass, owned by Mr. E. H. Morris, Stapleton, 

 N. Y. ; Prince George, owned by Mr. John Marshall, Troy, 

 N. Y. , and Meadowthorpe Prince George, owned by Mead- 

 owthorpe Kennels, Lexington, Ky. 



Mr. John Marshall, Troy, N. Y., is the most extensive 

 breeder of this variety of dogs in the country. The Mead- 

 owthorpe Kennels, of Lexington, Ky., and Mr. J. A. Nick- 

 erson, of Boston, Mass., formerly bred Newfoundlands, 

 but owing to the popularity of St. Bernards and Mastiffs, 

 and there being very little demand for the Newfoundland, 

 they gave up in disgust the breeding of this noble dog. To 

 show how little they are thought of at present, I will say 

 that out of 16,278 dogs registered in the American Kennel 

 Club Stud Book, there are only thirty-one Newfoundlands, 

 and of these, three are registered as black and white. It is 

 singular that, as far as the records show, no one has im- 

 ported a Landseer Newfoundland. They are a noble -look- 

 ing dog, being white and black, nearly as large as a St. 

 Bernard, and very intelligent. 



To show the intelligence of the Newfoundland dog, I 

 quote the following incidents. " Pistol Grip," in the 

 American Field, says: 



While in Helena recently, I saw a Newfoundland dog which for intelli- 

 gence will compare with any dog in the country. He ie owned by Mr. Thomp- 

 son, superintendent of the street-car company, who resides about two blocks 

 from the line where the cars pass every thirty minutes. From one of these 

 cars the family mail is thrown off. The dog is always there ready to receive it; 

 he never has yet made a mistake in the time upon which it will arrive, or mis- 

 taken the car; he goes without being told, and does his duty correctly. He 

 never goes to the car on Sundays, as there is no mail, and always knows when 

 that day arrives. He does many other things with equal intelligence. 



