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champion prizes after that up to the end of 1883, besides five prizes for the 

 best stud dog, and innumerable special prizes of one kind and another. 



Up to the close of 1883 forty-three of his sons and daughters were 

 first or second prize winners, while there were nineteen in the second gener- 

 ation with the same record. These numbers were added to liberally during 

 the next few years, the leading addition after that being Elcho Jr., considered 

 by most unbiased fanciers to have been the best of the many good sons of the 

 old dog. His little brother Glencho, owned by Mr. W. H. Pierce of 

 Peekskill, was another very good dog, rather too large to suit some people, 

 but having a lot of quality considering his size. 



One of the first of the Elchos was Berkley, bred at St. Louis, but the 

 record of his wins makes him out a better dog than he really was, for he was 

 not true Irish, being on the English setter model and with a blackish tinge 

 to the coat and a black nose. But he got an uncommonly good son in 

 Chief, a better Irish setter than he was himself. Berkley, however, was 

 the correct thing for first in those days and he improperly beat Chief for the 

 Special at New York in 1881. Chief was probably the best coloured dog 

 we have ever had, and his coat handled to perfection. With age he went 

 a little thick in head and in shoulders, but take him all in all he was a hand- 

 some dog of much quality. Bruce, by Elcho out of Noreen, was another 

 lovely dog, and with a little more size and ranginess he would have taken 

 very high rank. His back also showed the least inclination to dip, and 

 that seeemed to flatten his loin. But he had such a beautiful head and such 

 a rich colour and quality of coat. It was a little darker than Chief's, but 

 quite devoid of the objectionable tinge in Berkley's. 



Mr. Wenzel also had Tim at this time. A son of Biz, who was a grand- 

 bodied dog and had a very successful career notwithstanding his quite 

 coarse head. Tim was his best son and owed some of his good looks to his 

 dam Hazel, by Elcho. What distinguished him was his gay upstanding 

 carriage and the look of speed and vim in his every movement. His colour 

 was not of the best and he could have been improved in foreface — needed 

 a little more length and fining below the eyes, but he was an excellent, 

 good dog and just about the last of the good ones that made this period in 

 Irish setter history so famous. 



Like the English setter men, the breeders of the reds lost their grip 

 somehow, not as their cousins did by chasing field trials Will-o'-the-wisps, 

 but probably through lack of judgment, and poorer and poorer became the 



