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deed. In passing, however, I must mention 
the closing episode of that third day on quail. 
We had just come through a wide expanse 
of corn stubble and immediately in front of 
us lay a broad green field in winter wheat, as 
rich in color as April grass. Ned circled off 
to the left and then wheeled toward us, when 
suddenly he stiffened into one of his charac¬ 
teristic attitudes at the far edge of this field. 
How can I ever forget the way the little red 
dog backed him on that occasion! Truly, 
she started to honor Ned's point from a 
hundred yards away and was perfectly 
stanch even at that distance. By talking to 
her and urging caution, we brought her for¬ 
ward until she was backing directly behind 
the other dog—yet, oh, so carefully. When 
we flushed the birds they flew in all direc¬ 
tions. We were rewarded by bagging three. 
It made a fitting end to a perfect day. 
During each breathing spell while trying 
to catch up with work back at the office next 
day, the writer would find some one to tell 
about Byrd's work on quail. I boasted par¬ 
ticularly of the time she beat Ned to the 
birds and made him back her . This had hap- 
