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on game than about that time or perhaps 

 for some twenty-five years before, and they 

 lasted well into the 'eighties. They were 

 as hard as nails for work, no day was long 

 enough for them, and although with beautiful 

 tempers in regard to breaking, they were like 

 Bulldogs if stirred up at all. Sir Thomas 

 Lennard once gave a couple of tenants a 

 day's shooting over Mallard by Drake and 



row or avenue of Pointers there is a lack of 

 boldness of expression in countenance, a 

 falling off in bone and substance, and 

 amongst the bitches somewhat the look of 

 the toy. " What have they been doing with 

 them ? " was my expression, after looking 

 at a Kennel Club Show lot for ten minutes. 

 Of course it is well known that many of the 

 old breeders have died, and others have 



WAITING THE FLIGHT. 

 Photograph by C. RdJ, Wishan 



Young Bang. They worked splendidly, and, 

 finding lots of birds, the farmers were 

 delighted with the sport. Bang, though, 

 had been getting jealous at the other wiping 

 his eye, as it is called, once or twice, and in a 

 patch of potatoes went for his opponent, and 

 the two fought like tigers, Tom Knowlton, 

 their excellent breaker, having as much as he 

 could do to separate them. The question is, 

 though, has the excellence of the mid- 

 century been maintained down to date ? are 

 the modern Pointers for the moor or field 

 equal to Drake, Champion Bang, Macgregor, 

 Mr. Barclay Field's Dick, Sir Thomas Len- 

 nard's Priam, or Mr. Lloyd Price's Belle ? 

 The show benches give a refutation to that 

 idea. In a Crystal Palace or Birmingham 



given up. Mr. Sam Price has been dead 

 now for some years, and so have Mr. Thomas 

 Staffer, Mr. Barclay Field, Mr. J. H. White- 

 house, Mr. Heywood Lonsdale, the Duke of 

 Westminster, H. Brailsford, and Mr. W. 

 Lort ; but still there are Mr. Norrish and 

 Doctor Salter to support the breed, and 

 the former gentleman had beautiful Pointers. 

 His Saddle Back charmed me when I had the 

 honour of awarding him his first prize at 

 Cruft's Dog Show at the Agricultural Hall 

 in one of the strongest classes of Pointers 

 I ever judged. It is a pity, though, that 

 Mr. Lloyd Price and Mr. George Pilkington 

 gave up Pointer breeding, for they bred 

 for their own moors, and no sportsman 

 had better dogs. Mr. Llcyd Price became 



