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as the event proved, his nose was perfect, even if his 

 breaking left something to be desired. I need hardly 

 say that such a heavy, lumbering animal was tired out 

 long before noon. 



The brown dog was let go alone. As we were 

 not to shoot hares, he began by finding four right off, 

 all of which he stood staunchly enough. Some time 

 had elapsed before the dog ran right over a single 

 partridge which I dropped with a long shot. Of 

 course, the dog rushed in to retrieve, and thereby 

 flushed the rest of the covey out of shot. However, 

 it was clear they had not gone far, and following them 

 up we came upon them on a grassy bank. As before, 

 the dog over-ran them, and they rose a bit wild, 



H killing one, while mine, I regret to say, went 



off with a leg down. Again we followed them up, and 

 again the brown dog made a mess of it, bounding 

 right amongst the covey which were lying in a lucerne 

 patch. Nobody got a shot this time, and the covey 

 went back to where we had first seen them. The dog 

 was evidently too wild, and after a thrashing he was 

 taken up, and the other loosed. 



When we got back to the hillock where we had 

 first found them, the red dog drew very steadily up to 

 a dead point in some high lucerne. This time they 

 rose beautifully and we both had a brace. The dog 

 disgraced himself in spite of his good point by running 

 forward and barking loudly at the sound of the gun. 

 This time it was his turn for correction. The liver 

 dog retrieved the birds well, and while he was doing so 

 he put up my wounded bird of the time before, but 



