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he missed one; he then lessened the charges, and won his match 

 without another miss. He continued shooting and added largely to 

 the bag with proportionately good work. 



The late Mr. Edmond Power of Clonmel and the present Mr. 

 Patrick Power of Faithlegg, near Waterford, were quite our De Greys 

 and Walsinghams. Karely would these men miss anything they fired 

 at, and they shot regularly throughout the season. The first-named 

 gentleman on the 12th August, about twenty years ago, in Scotland, 

 bagged in single shots, without a miss, 58 grouse and a hare. This 

 would have been recorded as the best shooting of that year's " twelfth " 

 had not the late Captain Horatio Ptoss of Rossie accounted for 86 

 grouse out of 89 shots, and to him was accorded the palm of merit. 



Although having a stiff leg, which occasioned him to walk lame, and 

 being somewhat corpulent, Mr. Edmond Power was an extraordinary 

 good walker, particularly on a mountain. He had a wonderful breed 

 of pointers, and they knew their business as well as any dogs in the 

 kingdom. Upon one occasion when on a visit in Scotland for shoot- 

 ing, he overheard his host and the keeper arranging the beats for the 

 first day. After assigning the best to some of the other visitors, a flat, 

 easy- walking outside beat was laid off for the laird and " the lame 

 gentleman from Ireland." In the evening Power, after having walked 

 his host to a stand, was less fatigued than any of the party, shot, 

 without missing a bird, more than anyone else, and for his brace of 

 dogs he refused fifty guineas. Needless to state thenceforward he 

 was given good beats. 



Mr. Power of Faithlegg had a dropper bitch which was gifted with 

 extraordinary sagacity. She would never leave heel until she came to 

 a field in which there were birds, but directly she came into one with 

 birds, she would go straight to ivhere they were and set them. Thus 

 without beating a yard she would find five times more birds than all 

 the other dogs put together. But for having often witnessed this 

 wonderful manifestation, I would not believe such power could exist. 



The best man I ever shot in company with was John Brady, a 

 servant of my brother's. It wa? from him I learned my A. B.C. of 

 Sport, and were it not for that man I might never have ridden a hunt, 

 shot a bird, or trained a dog. In gratitude for what he taught me, and 

 in tribute to the memory of an honest man, I record the fact that 

 during the many days I was out with him, both as a small boy 

 before I carried a gun and later on when we shot together, extending 

 altogether over twenty years, I could never recall to memory his 

 having missed anything he fired at. No doubt the number of shots 

 got daily were not very many, but everything Brady fired at he 

 killed, ofttimes while smoking his pipe. He was a wonderfully good 

 walker, and first rate to train dogs and hunters, while no man could 

 ride better to hounds. He tied flies beautifully and could fish well. 

 He was a capital groom, and knew more about farriery than many 

 veterinary surgeons. With all these outdoor accomplishments, he was 

 a good indoor servant, and served our family for forty years. 



