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ful about it, stopping at command and retrieving 

 to order for the time being. 



We moved over to a part of the prairie where 

 the draw began to be a creek bottom and a long 

 strip of corn ran out from a small farm-house. 

 Here was where we were to find some chicken. 



" Now I'll show you that bolter. You say you 

 saw him cut his throat at the Indiana field trials. 

 Well, he don't bolt now. I've had him two sea- 

 sons, and he's just a great dog. Come, Boy." 



A tall, rangy Llewellin setter was thrown out. 

 He swung off at a fast gallop and was soon far 

 out, working toward the corn. A short, sharp 

 whistle. Boy stopped and looked back. A wave 

 of the arm sent him in a contrary direction. 

 Another whistle, and he was sent back toward 

 the corn. The whistle again, this time followed 

 by prolonged notes. Boy came galloping in and 

 brought himself to a standstill at the wagon. 



" You see that he is under control all right. 

 And it was not much trouble. When he learned 

 me and what I wanted, he quit his self-hunting. 

 But with such a dog you have to be persistent 

 from the first, or else you may be forced to use 

 so much nagging that he becomes discouraged." 



Boy was sent out again. He pointed. A 

 single old chicken rose wild. Instead of going 

 into the corn, it rose high and started across 

 the prairie in rhythmic, yellowhammer flight. It 



