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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 
