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eyes, that thick flesh and fertility can exist together, 

 and especially in the Butterfly tribe.* 



Mr. Eastwood's career as a shorthorn breeder dates 



* The heavy artillery, with the exception of that from Penrhyn, 

 seemed to be planted on Mr. Strafford's side of the ring, and we do not 

 exactly remember where the Whitworth gun was laid, when its victo- 

 rious boom was heard for Tenth Royal Butterfly. Mr. Freeman (for 

 Mr. Betts), whose practice was very fine, took up his position on the 

 right of Mr. Strafford, and Mr. Wefherell looked on as the "Nestor" 

 of the assembly at his side. He could have told how the dam of 

 Second Roan Duchess was sold for 30 guineas at his Kirkbridge sale, 

 how his Barmpton Rose was sold to Mr. H. Watson and calved Butter- 

 cup (the dam of Butterfly) three weeks after she arrived at Walkering- 

 ham, and how he too had bred Bessy (the dam of Frederick) from her, 

 and sold her to Mr. Downs, from whose hands she passed over to Mr. 

 Eastwood. Royal Butterfly's Pageant proved the champion price lot of 

 the day. She was put in at 200 guineas, and in an instant Mr. East- 

 wood covered Mr. Freeman, and had the 350, 400, and the 500. Then 

 came such a rattling cheer all round the ring, and Joe dodged about near 

 his red and white darling, and rubbed his hands, with a noiseless 

 chuckle. Then their firing grew slower ; Mr. Eastwood's measured 

 " and ten" fairly wore his opponent out. "Will you have anymore, 

 Mr. Freeman? Did you speak?" "No!" "And the glass runs, 

 and your last chance with it," at 590. And so three Royal Butterflies 

 from Young Barmpton Rose, Alice Butterfly, and Pageant, were bound 

 for Thorneyholme, at an average of 413 guineas. " She handles like a 

 lady's muff," said Culshaw, drawing his hand daintily over the little 

 5^-months white. Captain Oliver needed no telling on that point, 

 and was not shaken off before 160 : but Mr. Freeman would not sepa- 

 rate mother and daughter, and went in boldly up to the finish, which 

 was 170. 



Culshaw himself took hold of the halter of Duchess of Towneley. 

 Then came a very grand sleight-of-hand scene, as he played with her, 

 and deftly coaxed her to stand up at the mature age of a month and 

 four days, as proudly as if she was in the Royal ring for the ribbons on 

 her own account. It was an immense treat, and certainly we have 

 seen nothing like it, save Rarey at the Round House, or Jem Mason 

 handing one of Elmore's over a fence. Then "Joe" changed his tune, 

 and resigning the rope, he placed his hand on the loins of Duchess of 

 Lancaster, as if he was an anatomical professor, lecturing for the benefit 

 of science in general and Towneley in particular, to rather an extensive 

 class. Phoebe Butterfly, a red, with a spot of white on the quarter, 

 was in consideration of its 1 7 days allowed to run loose, and with it 

 the female lots were ended, and in an instant Mr. Thornton handed 

 round the average of 123/. igs. ^d. for the 46. 



All Mr. Strafford's assurances that Mr. Booth was getting a 200 

 guineas hire for bulls not one whit better bred, while here was the fee 

 simple of Baron Hopewell, could not coax Mr. Mitchell, fresh as the 



