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McGrath, form the subject of the illustration imme- 

 diately preceding this chapter. I need hardly 

 draw attention to the great difference in build and 

 general formation of the two best greyhounds that 

 ever ran. 



It is rather difficult to compare the respective 

 merits of these two great greyhounds, which I have 

 mentioned at considerable length because of their 

 unsurpassed excellence. The Irish dog was cer- 

 tainly the better killer ; maybe not quite so fast as 

 the Northumbrian dog, who in his 1892 Waterloo 

 also exhibited determination and gameness that 

 must stamp him in that particular as second to none 

 — nor did he lack the latter quality when defeated 

 the following year. As an old dog Fullerton did not 

 go quite so well as when in his prime, but he was 

 as keen as ever, if not quite so perfect in covering 

 his game. The year of Fullerton's defeat was a 

 rather peculiar one so far as the Waterloo Cup was 

 concerned, for the winner proved to be Count 

 Stroganoff's Texture, a bitch that had been pur- 

 chased at Rymill's Repository for 1 10 guineas, when 

 she went into the possession of her fortunate 

 owner, who is a Russian nobleman. Thus, low 

 prices do not always mean inferior merit, and in 

 the same season Ruby Red, who won at Carmichael, 

 had been purchased just before for 13 guineas. 



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