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FOREST AND STREAM. 



[May 23, 1890i 



geon, who is recognized authority on dogs in England, was 

 applied to as to the proper test for deafness. His reply was 

 as follows: "I should have the dog removed from the show 

 to a quiet place, either a yard or a fair sized room, and then, 

 if possible, get the owner to stand some few yards right 

 behind him, and then call the dog by name or whistle. If 

 either of these means did not succeed in attracting atten- 

 tion T would make use of a good loud whistle; this failing, 

 I would try to at tr;ict attention bv mating a noise with a 

 whip; this' also failing, T should declare the dog deaf. I 

 have sometimes tried a dog by lettiDg off a pistol, taking, of 

 course, care that the dog did not see the flash, but this is 

 seldom necessary." 



This is the reply of a practical man, not a theorist such as 

 resorted to the gun test at Boston and turned a dog out 

 which had a dried up blotch sore, as having mange. The 

 tests given by Mr. Sewell »re exactly in the line of my re- 

 marks of several weeks ago, when I said, "What is total 

 deafness as contemplated by the rule? Is it not such a 

 degree of deafness as prevents the dog being under control? 

 Is' it not that the dog's sense of hearing shall be acute 

 enough to enable him to respond to a call?" 



Before Fohest AND STREAM reached Philadelphia last 

 week, but after it had gone to press, I met Mr. Mitchell Har- 

 rison, who advised me of the death of Roslyn Queen, the 

 young bitch about whom I told the story of her several sales 

 for $2. The cause was distemper, an attack of which she 

 had last December. Another of the Chestnut Hill Ken- 

 nels' collies has gone, but in a pleasanter way for her late 

 owner. This is the young dog Roslyn Exile, first in puppy 

 novice class at Boston. Senator Spooner's check for a good 

 sum was the cause of his taking off. 



Another collie sale which has just taken place is that of 

 the young bitch Hera, bv Strephon out of Juno II. The pur- 

 chaser is General H. S. Huidekoper, for his brother, Edgar 

 Iluidekoper, of Meadville, Pa. 



The pointer Sachem, "Beaufort's best son," has also 

 changed owners, so I fancy Mr. Harrison is getting out of 

 pointers, with which breed he has not had any such pleas- 

 ant experience as with collies. Beaufort, it will be remem- 

 bered, died very soon after he gave $600 for him to Mr. Mason. 



Mr. Louis A. Berger, of Langhorne, Pa., has cleared out 

 his mastiffs in one lot to the Associated Fanciers. There 

 were about ten of them, mostly puppies, by Clement out of 

 the bitch Nell, second at Boston about three years ago, the 

 dam being one of the lot as well. 



Mr. Weiss, of Bethleham, Pa., has purchased from Mr. 

 Frank Hope a promising field spaniel puppy, by GHencairn 

 out of Lady Daffodyl, an imported bitch This is a nice 

 puppy, and it was not the seller's intention to part with 

 him, but the price he asked was at once handed over and 

 the spaniel had to change owners. This puppy looks like 

 growing on into a prize winner. 



Ayr show, wnich was opened on April 29, is now the 

 record show of the Land o' Cakes, there having been 1,200 

 entries. Collies mustered in great force, they being nearly 

 one-fourth of the show. I notice that, not before it is 

 needed, the Fanciers' Gazette suggests that if collie men 

 don't look out they will have to provide classes for prick-eared 

 collies. I know from experience that it takes very little to 

 overstep the line. The bitch Hera, whose sale is noted 

 above, was one of the most perfect eared youngsters T ever 

 saw up to the time of the New York show of 1889. When 

 she returned to her home the boys of the family invested in 

 a pair of pigeons and erected the cote above Hera's kennel. 

 There, while on chain, she would sit and watch the birds 

 with head thrown back. The extra tilt sent the ears 

 straight, and after a while they seemed up for good. By 

 dint of persistent use of plaster one finally did assume a less 

 glaring attitude, but the other is up for good. 



I wonder how near all this manipulation of collies' and 

 fox-terriers' ears is to faking. A well-known collie man said 

 to me a few weeks ago, "I am certain they have a new 

 wrinkle as to faking collies' ears in England. They are 

 getting them so hisrh, even breeding from prick-eared bitches 

 to get them up, that I am convinced there is a bit of faking 

 we haven't got the inside of yet." If there is any such thing 

 going on I suppose it is the kennelinan who is doing it, and 

 quite unknown of course to the owners. So little do some 

 English owners know about their dogs that it is surprising 

 they know them at all. 



Did it ever occur to our exhibitors that we allow the most 

 bare-faced "faking" in our judging ring? We would laugh 

 at German Hopkins holding down a pair of stiff ears, 

 or at Jarrett holding up a pair of drops, but we look on 

 complacently at Ben Lewis making four holes in the saw- 

 dust to put his pointer's feet in, pulling down his lip, chuck- 

 ing up his head and holding his stern out straight. 



Mr. German Hopkins is, I supposp, back at the Blemton 

 Kennels again by this time, as be left England on May 1. 

 Rachel was left to be bred to Venio. 



Mr. Sheffield, the Birmingham pug fancier, announces 

 his intention of retiring, only retaining Stingo Sniffles and 

 Set Set, which have earned a home with bim till they go to 

 the happy hunting grounds. Stingo Sniffles was quite at 

 the top of the breed when I saw him in 1884. 



Mr. C. D. Hughes has sold the beagle champion Lou to 

 Mr. Win. Butter, Jr., of Lawrence, Mass. The price was 

 high, but not more so than she is worth. 



I learn that a show by the Washington Kennel Club is a 

 certainty for next, spring. As soon as the dates can be de- 

 cided upon the fixture will be announced, but as the selec- 

 tion will depend upon how the other clubs choose dates we 

 shall probably have to wait some months yet before we know 

 any more than the above. 



With Washington and Cleveland in the line in 1891, we 

 will have some of the gaps filled up. How like unto the 

 parable of the sower is the history of dog shows in this 

 country! 



Mr. J. D. Shotvvell, secretary of the Collie Club, has for- 

 warded me the following official communication: "In con- 

 sequence of the small number of nominations for the second 

 section of the Collie Club stakes, the executive committee, 

 with the consent of those who made entries, have decided to 

 declare the contest off and return the entry fees. In future 

 there will he one grand competition for the various stakes, 

 the dates of birth for the competing rtogs being so arranged 

 as to include a period of twelve months, sav from July 1, 

 1889 to July 1,1890 for the spring show of '1891, it being 

 generally conceded that a 9uios. old collie is as good as one 

 of lSnms. At the next meeting of the committee this noint 

 will he definitely settled and aunounceel." By the way, Mr. 

 Shotwell has changed his residence aad is now to be ad- 

 dressed at 113 Highland avenue, Orange, N. J. 



The gentlemen of the Massachusetts Kennel Club, of Lynn , 

 have, in the words of the Hon. Bardwell Slote, been having 

 a "h. o. t." On Tuesday of.last week they met to celebrate 

 the second anniversary of the birth of the club. Members 



and guests to the number of thirty-five found places around 

 the festive board, including such well known dog men as 

 Robert Leslie, president of the club; F. L. Weston, T. C. 

 Faxon, E. B. Sears, A. Bussell Crowell, E. K. Hood and 

 Seretary D. A. Williams. There was plenty of speechmak- 

 and singing between whiles, the chorus of one of the orig- 

 inal songs prepared for the occasion going as follows: 



Then, men of Lynn, don't spare the tin, 



Keep dogs of high renown; 

 Don't let it be said we're far from the bead 



As long as the world goes round. 



A special mepting of the club was held before the dinner, 

 and President. Robert L°slie was appointed delegate to the 

 A. K. C. Mr. Leslie will, I think, be found to be quite an 

 important factor at the meeting of the A. K. C. to be held 

 on Thursday of this week. 



It is a pity that the committee will not give the serai- 

 annual stakes a chance. The fault does not lie with the 

 making of semi-annual stakes, but in not giving them a 

 chance to fill, The only way to do this is to make them 

 close early and awaken interest in the stakes through the 

 press. This has never been done since the first sweepstakes, 

 which was an unqualified success so far as entries were con- 

 cerned, though some people have not ceased to blush at the 

 mention of it. Now, however, a sweepstakes worth $50 

 would be a big thing. Then decidiug to hold the second 

 secti on oc the *sta lies this year at- out-of-the-way "Hempstead 

 was enough to kill off entries. New York is the place and 

 the only place to have them decided unless there is a con- 

 venient show held at about the right time. The dpcision in 

 favor of Hempstead was made before we heard of Cincinnati 

 at all, and that show would have done well enough, afford- 

 ing an equal chance for the Canadians as for Eastern men. 

 I say now to the committee as I have said repeatedly to Mr. 

 Shotwell, "the sweepstakes will never be successful until 

 you close entries early." This must be done while there is 

 yet uncertainty as to the future of the puppies, and three or 

 four are entered to make sure of having the best engaged. 

 When entries close a month before the decision is to be. ren- 

 dered then the best only is entered, and a man contributes 

 $5 in place of the $15, $20 or even $25 he would have contrib- 

 uted four or five months before. 



Mr. J. H. Winslow has had a bit of hard luck with a 

 litter of pointer puppies by Graphic out of Golden Rod. 

 There were eleven, but eight will never be champions, for 

 they now wear wings, if such exist in dog paradise. Three 

 remain on this mundane sphere to buoy up their owner 

 with hopes of leading one out with a blue ribbon and an ' I 

 bred-him-myself" smile of satisfaction. 



I notice that Mr. Mayhew takes the same view that I do of 

 the duties of the A. K. C. in regard to seeing that the rules 

 are carried out at the. various shows. Mr. Mayhew expresses 

 surprise at what he finds out about the anomalous workings 

 of the A. K. C. He ought to have been here three or four 

 years ago to have seen how things were carried on. Com- 

 paring now with then it is almost hypercritical to find fault. 

 Still I do agree with Mr. Mayhew that there is great 

 laxity in not seeing that the rules are properly observed; 

 and 1 further agree with bim that the Westminster Kennel 

 Club had no right to disqualify Belle of Woodbrook without 

 objection being lodged as provided in the rules. We will 

 probably know the rights of this case before the week is 

 over. 



Mr. Charles Chapman, a drawing-room car conductor on 

 the Lehigh Valley road, told me a peculiar thing that hap- 

 pened on his train a few weeks ago. He was on' the day ex- 

 press from Suspension Bridge to Philadelphia, and it was 

 evening as the train was coming along slowly for some sid- 

 ing (he gave me the name but I forget it). Suddenly a 

 "pheasant" rose about twenty-five yards from the train and 

 flew straight for it. Smash it went against one of the win- 

 dows and came clean through into the car. Fortunately no 

 one was on the seat by the way, but a gentleman opposite 

 bad his face cut by a piece of then" ying glass. The "pheasant" 

 fluttered to the bottom of the car, walked down the aisle and 

 back again, apparently unconcerned, and then keeled over 

 dead. Mr. Chapman tried to get the bird from the man 

 who picked it up, but in his case findings were keepings. 



The Stock-Keeper, just to hand, will be found to be more 

 than usually interesting to American readers, as quite a 

 number of purchases for this side are recorded. 



The Fanciers' Gazette, contains a copy of plagiarist Hus- 

 croft's alleged retraction of the Salisbury pedigree libel. 

 Like his so-called apology to "Ashmont," it leaves Huscroft 

 worse off than he was before. No apology has yet been seen 

 from Mr. Millais for publishing Huscroft's repetition of the 

 libel about three months ago— months after its falseness 

 bad been so clearly demonstrated. I should like to see Mr. 

 Wade tear the falseness of this apology to pieces. He has 

 all the facts at his fingers' ends to do it with. J, W. 



RABBIT HUNTING ON CAPE COD. 



THERE were four hunters in the party, and as they jogged 

 along through the village in a double-seated wagon, 

 drawn by an old black horse, there was nothing in their ap- 

 pearance to excite comment or interest. Yet a sportsman, 

 or any lover of dogs would have taken a second look at the 

 beagles, Peggy and Clyde, as they sat impatiently in B.'s 

 lap. Thev are only puppies, not yet nine months old, but 

 their beautiful eyes, long satin ears and strong, handsome 

 bodies make them a pair hard to beat either in the field or 

 on the bench. 



Tnree of thp hunters, L., B. and J., are ordinary every-day 

 gunners, but the fourth member of the party, the Captain, 

 does not come in that class. He stands by Himself. He sel- 

 dom gets a chance to bunt, as he is at sea most of the time, 

 and so when an opportunity does come he makes the most 

 of it. He intends to see the whole hunt, to be present at the 

 st^rt, follow the dogs and shoot the rabbit. If you put him 

 on a stand youwill be sure to find him somewhere else 

 within three minutes; if he starts for a certain crossing 

 place you will be sure he will go elsewhere, and if the dogs 

 in full cry are coming directly to you, and you stand expect- 

 ing exery instant to get a shot, you may be sure he will 

 come dashing through the bushes, turn the rabbit back to 

 the swamp and ask in surprise, "Whv didn't he come out?" 



As the party drive, down the "nor'rd lane" a light mist 

 begins to fall, but that will only make, the following better, 

 and the horse is hurried along by B.'s house, where on the 

 piazza sits Boz, the Irish setter, with a wistful look in his 

 brown eyes as he watches the party out of sight. 



After a ride of fifteen minutes through the scrub pines 

 and oaks, the party get out at the edge of a cedar swamp not 

 far from Long Pond. Here is a chance for a cotton-tail or a 

 hare. J. stops to tie the horse, while B. puts the dogs in; at 

 once they strike a cold track, and as they work it up disap- 

 pear in the cedar. J., coming to the edge of the swamp, by 

 accident kicks out a rabbit. The dogs are called, and with 

 much difficulty Peggy is caught and put on the hot track; 

 Clyde at once harks to her and the music begins. The 

 swamp is almost impenetrable, and the young cedars grow- 

 ing closely together makes it impossible to see ten yards in 

 any direction. J., L. and B. pick the best places along the 

 edge of the swamp and hope for a snap shot; the Captain 

 says he will stand by the big cedar tree, and at once disap- 

 pears in the opposite direction. Meanwhile the rabbit has 



gone thmuah the swamp and is coming back. The quick, 

 eager voices of the dogs sound nearer and nearer, and their 

 beautiful notes ring out close upon the hunters and then die 

 away in the distance. The underbrush has saved the rab- 

 bit, though he came close to B. Away he goes out of the 

 swamp, on to the upland, under the pines, where he circles 

 and twists and turns, now carrying the dogs almost out of 

 bearing, again coming nearly to the swamp, and once more 

 going back. The dogs are young and without much expe- 

 rience, but thpy cling to him nobly, and the Captain, pant- 

 ing and perspiring, keeps as near the dogs as he can. At 

 last bunny enters the swamp again, and in a small thicket 

 bp dodges back and forth till the dogs are badly bothered. 

 "If we bad Jip now," savs L., "we would got him. No rab- 

 bit could throw him off " But Jip— poor old dog— sleeps 

 under the rose bushes in the garden now. However, the run 

 isu't over yet; Pegey once more picks up the track, the rab- 

 bit shows himself for an instant at the edge of the swamp, 

 and B. promptly knocks him over. Peggy is first in, closely 

 followed by Clyde, and together they shake the first rabbit 

 of the. day. The run has lasted an hour and five minutes; 

 the Captain has torn bis overcoat and wet his feet, and as he 

 sits on a stump for a minute's rest hp declares that "those 

 little fellows can sail all around anything." 



The hunters now takp the horse.'and after a short ride, 

 put the dogs in at the edge of a round swamp. The beagles 

 strike a cold track, work it around the swamp, carry it to 

 the upland, where it grows warmer, and across a small 

 field into the oaks that skirt, the p^nd. The dog* work- 

 eagerly, first Clyde and then Peg is ahead, as they follow 

 the track into a bull-brier thicket. Out jumps the cotton- 

 tail, and as he crosses the road the Captain gives him both 

 barrels— just to bail him. he afterward explains— but un- 

 harmed, he runs straight down the shore of the pond for a 

 half mile or more, and the dogs' voices die out in the dis- 

 tance. Just as the party decide that the game has gone into 

 the ground, they hear the dogs coming back. It is easy to 

 cover all the ground between the pond and the road; the 

 Captain gets the shot, and with the second barrel knocks 

 the rabbit over as he crosses an opening after a fifteen min- 

 utes' run. • 



As the party walk down the road, Clyde takes a track 

 which he quickly carries across a wood lot into a dense 

 thicket, where he starts. Peggy at once joins him, and 

 away they go, on the prettiest run of the day. Just here 

 there are three swamps some distance apart, and about 

 them many acres of large pines, with little or no under- 

 brush. That cottontail was a traveler; he wasted no time 

 in dodging, but led off from one swamp to another and ran 

 in great circles through the woods. L. stood where he 

 started, J, and B. chose paths at the edge of the largest 

 swamp and the Captain was everywhere. Never did the 

 voices of the dogs sound prettier than then, as they echoed 

 and re-echoed tinder those grand trees; the high clear voice 

 of Peggy, mingled with Clyde's lower, but not less melodi- 

 ous notes, made music which could not fail to please. For 

 more than two hours, without a break, the beagles followed 

 that rabbit, and then L. by a snap shot in the thicket killed 

 him. It was a piece of work worthy of old dogs, and not 

 even champion Frank F orrest, their sire, could have done 

 better. 



After a short rest the party follow the edge of the pond, 

 and soon come to another swamp. As they go to leeward of 

 it Peg stops, sniffs the breeze, and with head high in the air 

 disappears in the bushes; a minute more and she has the 

 rabbit going. The dogs work well, but the underbrush 

 saves the cottontail, for none of the party see bim, though 

 he comes so near to B. and L. that they hear him. At last 

 he goes into the ground and there tbey leave bim. 



The meu now ride to the other side of the pond where 

 there is a promising swamp. As B. goes to put the dogs 

 in a rabbit jumps from a pile of brush at his feet; the dogs 

 see him and away they go around the swamp, through the 

 bull-briers, under the pines, back to the swamp, and then 

 the rabbit, finding the pace too hot, takes to the water. 

 The dogs arp bothered, and the party starts for the watron. 

 "Stop! what is that?" "By Jove! it's Peggy." True enough, 

 the little girl has crossed the swamp, swimming part of the 

 way, picked up the rabbit on the opposite shore and now lias 

 him up in the pines. J. and the Captain hurry around the 

 swamp, and by rare good luck the rabbit runs by J. and is 

 neatly bowled over. That ends the hunt; both dogs aud men 

 are tired, and it is time to go home. The Captain declares tie 

 has run twenty miles. The old horse jogs slowly al <ng to- 

 ward the village and so the day ends. Bradley. 



THE ENGLISH FIELD TRIALS. 



THE third annual field trials of the English Pointer Club 

 were run near Wrexham May 0 to 8. There were 25 

 that filled for the Pointer Popov Stake and 15 for the Ail- 

 Aged Stakes. The winning puppies were: 



First, Col. C. J. Cotes's lemon and white bitch Polly 

 Jones, l&BttOs; (Carlo — Jenny Jones). 



Second. Mr. F. Warde's liver aud white dog King Pear, 

 Urnos. (Taw— Kent Fairy). 



Third, Mr. Barclay Field's, liver and white bitch Ford- 

 combe Daisy, lyr. (Lake— Dingle). 



Fourth, Mr. A. Richards's liver aud white dog Rapid 

 Bang, Kioios, (Amor— Belle des BordesJ. 



ALL-AGED STAKES. 

 First, Mr. A. P. Heywood-Londale's liver, white and 

 ticked bitch Clio, January, 1887 (Plum— Cassandra). 



Second, Mr. A. P. Heywood-Loosdale's liver and white 

 dog Ightfipld Eaton, June, 1889 (ightfleld Dick— Bess). 



Third, Baron Oscar Dickson's liver and white dog Rus- 

 tem, March, 1889 (Sussex Don— Ringlet). 



Fourth, Messrs. F. C. Lowe and A. Bertrand's liver aud 

 white bitch Belle des Bordes, (iyrs. 2mos. (YouDg Bang- 

 Polly). 



THE FRIENDSHIP OF A DOG. -Have you ever been so 

 fortunate as to have the friendship of a dog? The feeling 

 of love and friendship is attributed usually to human beings 

 alone, but auy one who has ever been loved by a dog will bear 

 me out in the statement that there is no tenderer devotion 

 than his, no deeper affection or more unselfish attachment. 

 He obeys like a child, defends like a tiger, is happy when 

 you are happy and miserable when you are sad. Look at 

 him as he lies there at your feet while you read your evening 

 paper. He watches every motion with those steadfast, 1'eaii- 

 titul eyes. He is on the alert for any order you may give, 

 sensitive to your slightest movement. You go away and 

 leave him, he waits patiently your return. A long separation 

 breaks his heart. He even refuses food and is restless and 

 unhappy until your face smiles down upon him again. 

 And when you meet once more with what uuchecked enthus- 

 iasm, what frank and innocent delight he greets you ! Sup- 

 pose misfortune overtakes your pathway, friends forsake 

 you at the lowering of the cloud, you may be in disgrace 

 with all the world, but your dog still loves, still trusts, still 

 abides in friendship as firm as the everlasting hills. You 

 can never be quite fursakeu while be lives. Ob, thisis some- 

 thing worth tne having, is it not? Do you think the ttnth 

 holds any reasoning friendship half so noble, so fiue or so 

 pure as the unreasoning affection of your dog.— 3frs. Carrie 

 M. Ogilvie in the Saturday Review. 



THE NATIONAL FIELD TRIALS.— We have received 

 from Mr. Edward Armstrong the last portion of his report 

 of the National Field Trials, run last month at Shrewsbury, 

 Eng. The first portion has not yet come to hand, but we 

 hope to receive it in time for publication next week. 



