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birds were very scarce, and had beaten a certain turnip-field with 

 good cover twice already, and killed several things in it. Immedi- 

 ately after leaving this field for the second time three single birds 

 were marked back into it. The Llewellin bitch the writer was 

 working was a well-known clipper, and it was not worth while to go 

 to the end of the field to get the wind, so he let her go clean down 

 wind. She went straight to the end of the field, threw up her head, 

 galloped a hundred yards or so, and dropped. That was bird No. i. 

 Then in a straight line to the second and in like manner to the third. 

 All three having been slain, she took one sniff of the wind, and then 

 sauntered calmly up a drill and lay down to await us at the 

 gate. 



A whole volume might be filled with anecdotes such as these 

 as to the intelligence, the genius, and general character of the 

 Setter. 



What a pity it seems that it is considered better " form " now- 

 adays to stand shivering in a butt or under a hedge and slaying 

 hecatombs of driven game than to watch the surpassing genius of 

 the dog, exercised for our sake to provide us with real, genuine 

 sport. Ah ! " the old order " has passed away, never to return. 

 "Sic transit gloria mundi!" 



