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his stomach with the water flowing over his back. "When 
I moved up I saw why he did this. The woodcock was 
in a small bunch of fern and grass on the other side of 
the stream, and I had just time to catch him before he 
could vanish in the denBe wall of verdure in front. If 
Hook had gone on a yard further or even stood up the 
bird would have flushed too soon and would certainly have 
got away. The old dog knew that as well as I could 
know it, hence his peculiar method of approach. He 
used his brains every time. 
Once, I remember, we were shooting ruffed grouse, 
and Soby fired a long shot at one which was crossing an 
opening some way from him. The bird fell, but was only 
wing-tipped, so we set Hook on his trail. The dog fol- 
lowed it 60yd8. or more into a dense thicket, and finally 
came to a point before a big log. We looked over the log 
and all round the log, but nothing turned up. We called 
Hook "an eheu'd old fool" and some other names, and 
were proceeding when the old dog jumped on the big log, 
managed to get his head into a hole on the top of it we 
had overlooked, and after a considerable struggle drew out 
the grouse alive. He handed him over to his master, and 
giving us a sad sort of look, as much as to say, "Well, 
you are a fresh pair of idiots!" toddled ahead. 
Some funny things were said to me about that dog 
when we first shot over him, the inhabitants not being 
used to pointers and their ways. Once a lank, sallow, 
tallow-haired youth of 19 or so, a real swamper, rushed 
up to me in a great state of excitement and yelled out: 
"Say, Mister! That big noun' dog of yours, he's tuk a 
bad fit by the big elderberry bush thar! He's a-stannin' 
tbar a-slobberin'!" I went to the place and found Hook 
rigid on a point, the slaver dropping from his jaws. Tbat 
"fit" of Hook's resulted in my acquiring a nice ruffed 
grouse. 
But the ideas of some country people — particularly 
those of the pot-bunting class — about dogs and. dog train- 
ing are peculiar. 
By a pot-hunter we mean here a man that shoots game 
on every occasion in season and out of season, and sells 
his game at all times to any one mean enough to buy it. 
The prohibition of tbe sale of upland game at any sea- 
son of the year has completely taken the wind out of the 
sails of this gentleman in Ontario, as he shoots simply and 
solely to sell his game, not for his own use or amusement. 
Well, one fall evening I met a typical gentleman of this 
persuasion as he was proceeding on his way toward a 
beech ridge to pot some unhappy partridges in the twi- 
light while "budding" (i. e., eating the young buds) on 
the ironwood and birch trees. He was followed by an 
animal which in the uncertain light closely resembled an 
animated roll of old buffalo robe afflicted with the mange. 
It had a tail on it. "How does your dog work?" said I, 
by way of being polite. 
"Fuss-rate," said he, leaning pensively on his old gun 
and regarding the interesting quadruped, who looked 
back at him with a baleful eye; "he wants some trainin' 
yet, but he's improvin' a heap. Las' season he Bwallered 
pretty much every bird that fell anyways off 'fore I could 
git thar, but I've pretty near belted the stuffin' out uv him 
for it, an' this year I kin ginerally git a holt on the bird 
before he hes it quite down." 
I courteously declined his kind offer to let me accom- 
pany himself and "the sivallerin' dog" to "see him 
wurk," and departed on my own way. 
But I must bring this imperfect memoir of old Hook to a 
close. He was one of the nicest-tempered dogs I ever saw, 
and was a great favorite all over the town and the pet and 
playmate of Mr. Soby's little girls, who were inconsolable 
at his tragic fate; for bis end was tragic, as is often the end 
of genius. Some cruel and cowardly brute or brutes had 
been scattering about the streets dog biscuit poisoned 
with strychnine to kill any poor dogs (or incidentally 
little children) that might find them. (We all know how 
fond very young children are of putting anything they 
pick up into their mouths.) Poor old Hook found one of 
these poison baits. He came into the office where his 
master was sitting, and in spite of every effort to save 
him he died in a few minutes. 
Many other valuable dogs were killed in the same way 
at the same time. All the curs escaped of course, as the 
well-bred dogs having the best noses always found the 
baits first. The cruel rascal who performed this feat was 
never caught, which was probably a good thing for him. 
Thus died a remarkable sporting dog, quite the best, 
without any exception, that I ever saw or shot over. 
Reginald Gotjrlay. 
International Field Trials Club. 
It having been the opinion of some of the members of 
the International Field Trials Club for the past few years 
that our trials were held too early in the season, the com- 
mittee have this year decided to postpone the date of the 
opening to Tuesday, Nov. 17. 
The stake will be the same as usual, viz.: Derby, $2.50 
payable June 1, $2.50 payable Sept. 1, and $5 additional to 
start, divided on the percentage plan, four prizes. 
All-age stake, $5 payable Nov. 1, and $5 additional to 
start. Three prizes on the percentage plan, with the In- 
ternational Cup to the winner of first. This cup must be 
won three times by the same kennel or owner. It has 
been won once each by Mr. Wells with Cleopatra, Mi-. 
Davey with Brighton Tobe and Mr. Bangham with Dash 
Antonio. The prospect for birds is better than for the 
past three years. 
W. B. Wells, Hon. Sec'y I. F. T. Club. 
The A. K. C. Stud Book. 
Vol. XII. of the American Kennel Club's Stud Book is 
now ready for delivery. Besides the registrations, the 
Stud Book contains a valuable compilation of reference 
matter, namely, field trial and bench show winnings for 
1895; bench shows and judges of 1895; and kennel names 
prefixes and suffixes, etc. In all the mechanical details 
the book is excellently done. 
At the meeting of the English Kennel Club a number of 
important changes were made in the rules, one of the 
most important being that a dog must be registered when 
there is a change of ownership. For exhibition purposes, 
the name selected for any dog must have as part of its 
name the last two numerals of the year of its birth added 
as an affix, or if the year of its birth is unknown, then the 
last two numerals of the year in which the dog is regis- 
tered. 
BRUNO, THE FAITHFUL. 
Editor Forest and Stream: 
The following is only a true story of a faithful, loving 
friend, "only a dog" called Bruno. When I first set eyes 
on him in a blacksmith shop in the town of Washington, 
Macomb county, Mich. , Bruno was a small black, woolly 
ball of a puppy that one could put in a coat pocket. With 
the usual disregard of danger often seen in young pup- 
pies, he came toddling under the feet of a span of horses 
that stood stomping off flies, which made the smith re- 
mark: "I say, Yates, don't you want a puppy? He will 
get killed sure. A feller gave him to my boy, but if you 
will give him a little something I guess it will be all 
right." I found the boy, a bright little chap of five, who 
was much pleased with a silver dollar instead of the 
puppy. Some men who were present said he was New- 
foundland, others said there were some bull and shepherd, 
others again were sure they must be water spaniel. If 
each was right he was a wonderful mixture of a pup. He 
was jet black all over, with long, silky, soft fur, short 
pudgy legs and a comical little tail that curled over his 
back, I put him in my pocket and drove home. 
At his home introduction all were in love with him at 
once, with the exception of an old family dog, full of 
years and dignity, and three house cats. The latter, with 
tails like a fox brush, made themselves conspicuous by 
their absence. In a few days Bruno in some way con- 
quered the aged dog, and the two were ever after loving 
friends. The puppy grew and thrived, and was the 
cleanest in his habits of the many we had raised. As he 
grew up he showed decided grit and tenacity of hold. At 
six months I drew him up from the ground to a window 
12ft. above, he holding on to the fuzzy end of a rope. 
That winter his new coat came, jet black, long and very 
glossy. His height was about 18in. ; head medium and 
very broad; ears long and pendant; eyes dark brown. 
Bruno became a faithful watch dog, and woe to the 
coon, weasel or polecat that ventured about the hen house 
or coops at night. While a puppy I let him begin on rats 
whenever I could catch them. His first rat taught him a 
lesson never forgotten. As I let it out of the trap Bruno 
ran it down and grabbed it, but the rat got him by the 
upper lip, and the astonished puppy let out a yell and 
tried to shake it off; but as the rat held on the puppy's 
eyes became like sparks of fire and changed color. He 
shook it off, but again grabbed and soon put an end to it. 
His tongue was bleeding and his lip torn, but the light of 
battle still gleamed in his eyes, which softened with a look 
of love when I praised and patted him. 
Bruno was to have a new experience that spring. He 
got a skunk under some rails. Attracted by his barks, I 
ran up, not knowing the quality of his game. I threw 
the rails off, and before I saw what it was he rushed in. 
Then I knew. Phew! Truly you could smell the result 
of that fight fully half a mile. After the first shake the 
dog dropped the skunk and jumped back some paces. 
Disgust and astonishment were very easily seen on that 
puppy; then he offered up his breakfast as a sacrifice. 
But as the skunk moved for us rear end first we both 
moved. As I came up with a long pole the puppy was 
ready for battle again. A sharp word of command 
brought him to a stand, then I circled about the skunk 
quickly, at times upsetting him with the pole. I soon 
had Bruno at it also. He would spring about, every once 
in a while getting a nip at its head. After this battle the 
puppy had to sleep in the barn, while a mud bath took 
out most of the "ile" from his long hair. Ever after 
Bruno would kill skunks after much barking and jump- 
ing about, but would come to close fight if there was any 
chance of an escape. 
As another instance of grit displayed some time after- 
ward. On account of heavy rains a creek had overflowed 
some pasture land. Bruno and I went after .the cattle, 
which were on the opposite side. I carried him over on 
a rail fence and dropped him off on dry land. He started 
for the cattle, got hold of the tail of a large steer while 
the rest went plunging across. The steer in his fright 
bolted as it happened for the deepest park At the bank 
I expected to see the dog drop his hold, but no! in went 
both. The water rose over the back of the steer, and I 
looked for the dog to be carried down by the swift 
current. But as the steer came out, out also came Bruno. 
Almost breathless and much exhausted, he had kept his 
hold. This tail hold business had cost me much patience 
and the dog many kicks before he got it perfect. 
I also taught him to ride in a wagon and it was his de- 
light to sit alongside of me on the seat, but he could ride 
on a hay rack at full trot. I took him up in front on 
horseback and at last taught him to ride alone. He did 
look so solemn! Sometimes would lead the horse at a trot. 
He would stick on as long as possible, barking his protest, 
and when shook off join in the fun. 
And how he did love a gun! After a deal of training 
he turned out a good squirrel dog, but trailing rabbits was 
beyond his compass. 
He paid his dog tax many times over from the bounty 
on woodchucks, and was the best all-round dog I ever 
owned. Of course he had imperfections. Who has not, 
be he man or beaBt? 
Well, when we moved South of course he as one of the 
family went also. 
And now for the sad ending. In the village one-half 
mile from our home lived a dog that was the terror of all 
dogs there, as his master was to the people. This dog 
had killed several of his kind, mostly small ones, some 
much loved. But on account of his brute of a master no 
one dare say or do a thing. One night I was awakened 
by dogs running rabbits, as I thought, and I took no 
notice of the yelps, as there were lots of half-breed 
hounds about. So I tried to sleep, hoping they would 
clear out soon, but the yelping continuing in one spot I 
got up, took my gun, loaded with 63 and went out. The 
first streaks of dawn were breaking, so I could see quite 
well, and this is what I saw. A very large yellow dog 
had something down, a black object. Where was Bruno? 
At this time the dog caught sight of me and started to 
make off. At about forty paces I caught him with an 
ounce of No. 6. At this he gave a howl, and turning 
came straight at me, his eyes like balls of fire. I 
fairly gloated over this, for I knew that my 
darling lay as good as dead at my feet and 
the spirit of revenge had hold of me. I stood still 
until he was within some 25 or 30ft., when the left barrel 
belched forth a stream of fire. He dropped with a large 
hole in his breast. Then I foolishly gave way to anger 
and passion. Oh, that I could make that dog suffer as he 
had mine! Tenderly I carried my dying comrade, my 
loving friend, with the tears blinding me; foolishly, in- 
stead of ending his misery, I tried to dress his wounds, 
but I found his right foreleg shattered, while the left 
shoulder was almost torn from its place. Death came to 
the relief of the truest friend I ever had. 
We buried him under the oaks, and the tears of the 
children watered his grave until we left the South, 
The dog I killed weighed 72£lbs. The report of my kill- 
ing him brought joy to many in the village, and all 
warned me against his master, who was a large, raw- 
boned, powerful man, while I only weigh about 125 or 
1301bs. One or two advised me to carry a revolver, as 
every one did, but I was averse to that, as in case he 
tackled me I was afraid to have a weapon; but at last an 
idea came to me, so I put my .38 S. & W. in my pocket 
and walked over to the store. There I found several 
young men shooting at a tomato can with a revolver, and 
on a bench outside sat my dog man. He started as 
though to get up, but did not. Now was the opportunity 
I desired. Taking out my pistol, I asked for a turn at the 
tomato can. I hit three cans in three shots. This was 
called tip-top. Then putting in three fresh cartridges, I 
got a good-sized potato and hung it by a long string to a 
limb. This I set swinging. "Now, gentlemen, who can 
bu'st that potato? You know how it is done — far easier 
than it looks. You aim where the object pauses at each 
swing." Well, I knocked that potato to pieces, put up 
my pistol, got my mail, went home, and that was the 
end of the talked-of thrashing I was to get. 
And now years have passed, but green is the memory of 
my dog, and whenever I read in Forest and Stream of 
some faithful dog I remourn; I long for just one loving 
glance from the brown eyes of our faithful friend. 
J. C. Yates. 
Altcar Produce Stakes. 
Denver, Colo., March 26. — Editor Forest and Stream; 
Herewith find list of the entries, all whelped in 1895, re- 
ceived for Altcar Produce Stakes: 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Miss Lottie), Feb. 13. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Miss Lottie), Fe"b. 13. 
L. F. Bartels (Royal Express — Dear Sal), May. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian — Olicana), March 18. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Olicana), March 18. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Blister), May 10. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Blister), May 10. 
L. F. Bartels (Border Ruffian— Diana), May 21. 
Melrose & Durbin (Long Odds — Rachel), June. 
Melrose & Durbin (Long Odds — Rachel), June. 
Robinson & Peyton (Glenkirk — Scandal), January. 
Robinson & Peyton (Glenkirk — Scandal), January. 
M. Allen (Jim o' the Hill— Grace O'Malley), January. 
M. Allen (Boomerang — Princess Marie), May 4, 
R. L Lee (Boomerang — Princees Marie), May 4. 
Dr. J. M. Norman (Boomerang — Princess Marie), May 4. 
Wm. McGibbon (Boomerang — Princess Marie), May 4. 
Wm. McGibbon (Border Ruffian— Miss Lottie), Feb. 13. 
J. H. Rosseter (Major — Daisy), June 14. 
J. H. Rosseter (Major — Daisy), June 14. 
Chas. Barrow (Border Ruffian — Olicana), March 18. 
Chas. Barrow (Border Ruffian — Olicana), March 18. 
Chas. Barrow (Border Ruffian —Blister), May 10. 
P. J. Donahue (Boomerang — Irish Lass), March. 
J. G. Massey (Royal Express — Dear Sal), May. 
Wm. Walker, Jr. (Sorrento — Minnie), July 22. 
Wm. Walker, Jr. (Lambright — Breakaway), May 7. 
A. L. Weston (Babazoun — Buenretiro), June 21. 
A. L. Weston (Babazoun — Buenretiro), June 21. 
Q. Van Hummell (Astronomy — Viola), July. 
Q. Van Hummell (Astronomy — Viola), July. 
Q. Van Hummell (Van Tromp — Lady Sylvia), June. 
H. C. Lowe (Prince Charlie — Lady of Fashion), March 
10. 
H. C. Lowe (Prince Charlie — Lady of Fashion), March 
10. 
H. C. Lowe (Prince Charlie — Little Climber), March 3. 
D. C. Luse (Col. Breckenridge — Lady in Black), July 21. 
D. C. Luse (Ketchum — Swan), Jan. 28. 
D. C. Luse (Jim o' the Hill— Lady Dell Glendyne), 
Jan. 7. 
A. Massey (Miller's Rab — Lady Pembroke), June 16. 
Robinson & Peyton (Miller's Rab — Lady Pembroke), 
June 16. 
J. H. Watson (Royal Crest— Drytime), March 3. 
L. F. Bartels. 
POINTS AND FLUSHES. 
The many friends of Capt. C. E. McMurdo, Charlottes- 
ville, Va., will be pleased to learn that he has added 
a boarding establishment for dogs to his training 
kennel. He now makes a specialty of preparing dogs 
for field work and teaching them to retrieve. Capt. 
McMurdo is so well known for his skill and sterling in- 
tegrity that no doubt many sportsmen will avail them- 
selves of the opportunities he offers. 
Exhibitors should bear in mind that the entries of the 
Philadelphia Kennel Club's ninth annual show close on 
April 6. For premium lists and all other information 
address the secretary, Mr. Alexander Glass. The show 
will be held in Industrial Art Hall. 
The premium list of the Philadelphia Kennel Club can 
now be obtained of the secretary, Dr. Alexander Glass, 
Philadelphia. Challenge class prizes are $7, $10 and $15. 
Open classes have $15, $7 and $3, first, second and third 
respectively; $10, $5 and $3; $10 and $5; $10 and $3; $7, 
$5 and $3; $7 and $5; $7 and $3. The special prize list is 
long and valuable, Tne dogs will be fed and benched by 
Spratts patent. Mr. Frank P. Smith is the superintendent 
Entry fee $3. Entries close April 6. Mr. James Mortimer 
will judge mastiffs, Great Danes, bloodhounds, grey- 
hounds, wolfhounds, English foxhounds, deerhounds, 
Boston terriers, fox terriers, dachshunde, Chesapeake Bay 
dogs and miscellaneous. Mr. C. H. Mason will judge Sc. 
Bernards, Newfoundlands, poodles, collies, pugs, bull ter- 
riers, Black and Tan terriers, Irish, Scottish, Dandie Din- 
mont, Skye and Yorkshire terriers, bull dogs, spaniels, and 
Italian greyhounds. Dr. M. H. Cryer, toy spaniels; 
Mr. Chas. Heath, pointers; Major J. M. Taylor, English, 
Irish and Gordon setters; Roger D. Williams, American 
foxhounds and beagles. 
The Bench Show Committee writes us as follows: The 
success of the show seems .assured. Entries are already 
