AFIELD WITH THE DOG 
brown forehead to the pads of the dainty, 
restless feet, he is a pointer to grace a 
bench show with his royal breeding, or win 
a field trial with his speed and faultless 
bird-sense. His is the proud blood of 
Kent and Belle of Winchester and Beau- 
mont; a coat of satin and muscles of steel, 
with the lithe action of a playful kitten. 

By John F. Strickrott 
403 
Afield he is free and fleet as the cloud 
shadow that sweeps the billowy upland. 
The strictures of home life are burden- 
some. The Dog sees but little of the one 
he loves and obeys. Noon and night he 
stands at the gate and greets me with 
leaps and buffets and dog-talk. The 
rest of the time he is busy with his own 
So fare we forth on our questing 
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