year, and the quail were almost extermi- 
nated; so, wisely enough, the good sports- 
men of Virginia arose as one man and had 
a law placed on the statutes of the common- 
wealth forbidding the killing of quail for 
several years. And so it was that before I 
again went afield for quail I had parted 
company with the clumsy pin-fire gun, and 
poor old Spot was no more. 
In the meantime, I had heard a great deal 
about setters, and being young, I got the 
impression that a setter must be as superior 
to a pointer as a breech-loader to a muzzle- 
loader. And so, to be prepared for the 
opening of quail-shooting once more, 
nothing would do but I should have a setter. 
I got hold of a black Gordon setter; he was 
the blackest puppy I-ever saw, and for this 
reason I deemed it fitting to name him 
Satan. 
Satan had a business look about his face, 
and he was built strong, like a shire horse. 
He was long in body and legs, with a full 
nose and a well-shaped head, and he had 
plenty of bird sense. I began training him 
about the yard, by making him “stand”’ 
his feed, and charge at command and at the 
sound of a pistol. And when the hunting 
season opened he knew just what he was 

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he was among the best of them 
about when I took him out where birds were. 
I hunted this black setter wonder of mine 
with most of the dogs about town that fall, 
and he was among the best of them. Late 
in the season, my father took a notion to go 
quail-shooting—he had dropped out of the 
sport of late years, and asked me to take 
him out. As he was one of the old-timers, 
I thought to show him a few new things 
about hunting dogs. The black setter 
worked well, birds were plentiful and we 
killed a fine bag. I was triumphant, and 
asked father what he thought of setters in 
general and of my dog Satan in particular. 
Much to my surprise he answered that the 
dog had done nicely, but that he was only a 
second- or a third-class dog, as compared 
with the pointers he used to hunt over. He 
further stated that he knew where he could 
get a puppy of the old stock, a good one, 
and he would get him and train him so he 
would be ready for the next hunting season, 
when he would turn him over to me, so I 
would have a really first-class dog. 
Father brought the pointer puppy home 
in the early summer. It was shortly after 
Admiral Dewey won his memorable victory 
in Manila Harbor, and so father named the 
puppy after the great sailor. And that puppy 
