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ing and the other one did not arrive until 
some five minutes later. The fairly prompt 
connections all around gave us a chance to 
have our breakfast without haste and it 
wasn’t long before we were skipping along, 
headed for the shooting ground. We found 
quite a little snow east of Piqua, and it was 
just getting light when we arrived at the 
farm which was our destination. 
Byrd was the only dog in the party, but 
she proved equal to the task. I prize very 
highly a letter received a few days later from 
John Reymiller, one of the Piqua hunters, in 
which he compliments the little Setter and 
predicts for her a splendid future as a shoot¬ 
ing dog. She made an impression, as she 
has never failed to do, by her industry and 
by her good sense displayed in the finding 
and handling of the birds. Even though 
Byrd has since become a field-trial winner, 
bringing me several trophies, and many let¬ 
ters from all parts of the land, nevertheless 
the memory of those earlier days is just as 
bright as ever—though the promise she held 
out then has been fulfilled. 
Over one fence and across a short field 
