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mentioned, had been out shooting, and were re- 

 turning along the road with a wagon and team. 

 Jack had performed a good day's work, but was 

 still full of spirit and vigor, anxious to hunt. 

 As we drove along, he jumped on a rail-fence to 

 leap down into the field on the other side, and 

 right there he winded a bevy of quail. With 

 his fore-feet on the top rail and his hind ones 

 on the second Jack came to a dead point, and 

 made as pretty a one as was possible in the 

 position. Thereupon Mr. McQueston resolved to 

 have him, if I could be prevailed upon to sell. 

 There is not a dog in the country 1 would prefer 

 to Jack to breed from. 



The best dog I have now is Dick, eight 

 years old and cross-bred, being the produce of a 

 setter-bitch and a pointer-dog. His color is red, 

 and he takes after the setter, but has thicker 

 and shorter hair. He is a capital worker, and 

 an excellent dog for finding game. I did not 

 breed him myself, but I broke him, he being two 

 years old when I got him. He had been used 

 in the field a little, but was worse than if he had 

 never been out at all. I found him a high-headed, 

 eager, headstrong dog, such as I always think 

 will make a good one. I brought him into the 



