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watcher in the far west side at Dalbeg ; but it 

 is not the time to speak of him yet. 



Mj dog-team was not at this time what it 

 afterwards became; I was only getting my 

 kennel up. True I had Old Tom, a host in 

 himself, then young, and his little son Jock, the 

 offspring of his youth; Grouse, the first, a 

 beautiful black and tan setter, that I bought of 

 Burnaby, and as good as gold ; a wild demon 

 of a black, white, and tan setter bitch ; Lady, 

 a very good black and tan setter bitch, given 

 me by poor Douglas of Scatwell, who had a 

 nice kennel of beautiful Gordons ; and Dick, a 

 great big handsome liver and white setter, very 

 useful in his way. His nose was wonderful, 

 and I always took him out with little Jock. 

 Dick telegraphed grouse at extraordinary dis- 

 tances, when Jock bulleted in for a quarter of 

 a mile and took you to the birds. Between 

 them they were very effective. But, before 

 concluding this account of my dog-team, I 

 must say a word or two about my dear Old 

 Tom and his pedigree. 



Fifty-four years ago, when at Cambridge, I 

 purchased, on the recommendation of a York- 

 shire friend, a very thoroughbred-looking, 

 handsome, and excellent pointer-dog, called 

 Clinker, whose breed, derived from that of the 



