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gether, perhaps because his ideas of sportsmanship were 

 higher than mine, and he could go to more distant and 

 better places than I; but, whatever the reason, we often 

 talked of shooting, but never shot in company; yet I kept 

 track of him and of his shooting trips in various parts of 

 the country. 



While still a small boy too small to carry the smallest 

 arms he followed afield such sportsmen as the late Dr. 

 Judson and his pupil, Alexander Bullock, of West Sand- 

 lake, Rensselaer county, N. Y., in admiration of their 

 skillful handling of the Doctor's slashing English setters, 

 of which I heard much at that time. The masterful way 

 in which those adepts in the art of wing shooting grassed 

 the plump brown woodcock, which they flushed in front 

 of their dogs in the rich coverts that lined the banks of 

 the Wynantskill, taught him lessons in that "deliberate 

 promptitude," so dear to Frank Forrester, that have never 

 been forgotten. As he grew older he was permitted to 

 accompany these sportsmen and shoot with them, and I 

 heard a great deal of these trips after I became his school- 

 mate at Professor Anthony's, with the late Major George 

 S. Dawson, the subject of a sketch in this series. 



The first field dog that young Raymond owned was a 

 setter bred by Doctor Judson, called Prince, a very good 

 dog for a boy, because he knew the ways of birds, and, as 

 I remember, had a way as well as a will of his own. His 

 next and a rare good one it grew to be was a pointer 

 from my Nell, who was described in the article on Port 

 Tyler as a pointer whose father was a setter. She was 

 stolen from me and recovered by my father after I left 

 Albany, and he bred her to a liver-colored pointer owned 

 by Mr. Sawyer, of Albany, and gave the choice of the 

 litter to his nephew, young Raymond, who named him 

 Don and trained him to a perfection that was rare in those 



