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pleased, for Byrd banged right along with 
no attempt at stopping. My friend tried to 
console me by saying: “Just you wait— 
some day you'll come along and find that 
little bitch all doubled up on point. Wait 
till it comes to her—which is just what will 
happen some good day when you least ex¬ 
pect it.” 
“Well, when that day comes,” I answered, 
“I'll buy the ginger ale for the crowd.” Yes, 
and I'd have bought more. I just felt as 
though what I wanted more than anything 
else in the whole wide world was for that 
puppy to make her first real point. 
One thing must be said in her favor at this 
stage, however, and that is she was learning 
the incidentals of good field work—how to 
manipulate fences and independently take 
care of herself generally. I certainly had 
good reason to be particularly pleased with 
the way she negotiated the highest and 
meanest of fences. Several times after we 
had returned home I noticed that she had cut 
herself quite badly, yet had never complained 
or given any sign. If your young bird dog 
has spent a period in the country, as is a very 
