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and did not again let her hunt in this type of 
cover for so long at a stretch. The fields of 
standing corn furnished plenty of good hunt¬ 
ing anyhow and we frequented these. It 
soon seemed, however, as though she was 
beginning somehow to take better care of 
herself and to understand how to avoid get¬ 
ting the weed seeds into her eyes again, after 
that first experience. 
I don’t need any one to tell me whether or 
not Byrd is game. I’ve owned pit dogs my¬ 
self and seen them fight, and I want to say 
that, while their work calls for a different 
type of gameness, yet it is not greater than 
that shown by my little Red Setter when she 
kept right on doing her duty all day long 
without a fault or a flinch in spite of the pain 
she must have suffered. 
