64 BREAKING A BIRD DOG 
was almost dark when we called her out of 
it at the close of the day. 
I picked Byrd up, as she seemed pretty 
tired, and put her on the back seat of the 
machine, and did not have occasion to notice 
her again until we had arrived at the house. 
There had not been a sound out of her and I 
was quite sure she was rather exhausted. 
Arrived at home, I called her forth and she 
went with me into the house. I recall that 
dinner was ready—but I told the good wife 
they would have to wait for me until I had 
fed the faithful dog which had surely earned 
her reward. I spoke to my son and told him 
to look her over for burrs and get them out 
of her, in order that she might be comfort¬ 
able, and I went to get her supper. Suddenly 
my boy called out: “She can’t see! She’s 
blind!” 
I rushed into the room and it was true that 
Byrd appeared unable to open her eyes. I 
didn’t wait to examine her—but went to the 
’phone and called a veterinary, whom I re¬ 
quested to wait for me; and I carried Byrd 
back to the machine and rushed her right in 
to his office. It developed that her eyes were 
