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Neither do I dwell upon shooting deer over pointers — 

 for not describing which, I have seen myself recently 

 grossly and abusively commented upon by a vulgar, illiter- 

 ate, anonymous western clown, writing under the signature 

 of " Quid," from Quincy, Illinois, in the columns of the 

 New York Spirit of the Times, who neither spells correct- 

 ly nor writes grammatically, and who resorts to the con- 

 temptible meanness of making false quotations from my 

 works in order to magnify himself and make a case against 

 me. Of course, both I, and — as I presume — my friend 

 Dr. Lewis, who comes in likewise for a share of this name- 

 less slanderer's abuse — must feel highly gratified to learn 

 that our writings are read by such fellows as " Quid " with 

 " disgust and loathing." Mine, at least, are only intended 

 for men who feel like gentlemen and act like sportsmen. 



But to return from this brief digression, I have not 

 described deer-shooting over pointers — not because it is 

 any thing new or unknown that a pointer or setter will 

 stand upon deer if he get a chance, or that, if he get a 

 chance point at one, a sportsman would and could shoot 

 him with buck-shot — but simply because the places where 

 such things can be done systematically, if any where, are 

 so rare as to be out of all rule of example ; because, 

 neither I, nor, I will venture to say, one in ten thousand 

 of all the deer hunters in America ever dreamed of going 

 out, of set purpose, to beat for deer with setters; arid 

 because, if there be any place where this can be done, there 

 are other modes which would afford five times the sport. 



In a word, however, I utterly disbelieve that Mr. Quid, 

 either at Quincy, Illinois, or any where else, ever got fif- 



