192 The Sporting Dog 



the last few years, I don't know. When he won, 

 he did not give the judges any chance to dispute, 

 and I have always been sorry he could not start 

 in the championship in 1900, owing to having 

 cut his leg in a wire fence. I gave Mr. Devereux 

 a half-interest in Uncle B. We ran him in the 

 all-age stakes for the ensuing two years. For 

 this reason I have not shot over him as much as 

 over Colonel R. As regards Uncle B., I would 

 say that he makes a superior shooting dog and is 

 very tractable. He was never taught to retrieve, 

 but picked it up naturally. Owing to the many 

 years' handling in field trials, he is given to go 

 until he finds birds, and the first season I hunted 

 over him he did not hunt to the gun. Afterwards 

 he worked all right, and it is a pleasure to shoot 

 over him. He knows where to look for birds, and 

 I feel sorry for a man who cannot make a bag 

 over him. 



Colonel R. went so fast in his Derby and all- 

 age form that Gray doubted whether he could be 

 taught to restrain his speed and adapt himself to 

 what is required of a shooting dog. Gray was 

 wrong. Colonel R. has developed into the best 

 shooting dog I ever saw. He starts off at speed, 

 hunts his ground out in a sensible way, does not 

 come in to you, and holds up as well as any dog I 

 have. Last winter I hunted him four hours a 

 day for three weeks, and I could not have asked 



