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field sports and bird dogs. We are unable 
to recall the parson’s name but it may be 
said of him that he knows a bird dog. 
T HE Candy Kid was his favorite shoot¬ 
ing dog. He did much of his training 
and he and his friends shot over him day 
after day during the shooting season, and 
the little setter could find more birds than 
any dog in the country, point them more 
stanchly, and retrieve them more gently. 
He was a family pet that brought his mas¬ 
ter’s slippers and took the letters from the 
mail man, played dead and held a pipe in 
his mouth for the children, and shared the 
family’s hopes and pleasures and sorrows. 
It was loathfully that he parted with him 
for what was a long price for a shooting 
dog. Prince Whitestone was owned by a 
coal man. Mr. Duffield is in the oil busi¬ 
ness. He had read of field trials; he had 
attended local trials, but it was not because 
he was so keenly interested in them as 
much as he wished to satisfy his friends 
that he started Candy Kid in the field for 
premier honors. His first race for the 
championship was the longest dog race ever 
run on the prairies, an hour or an hour 
and a-half is the usual period of competi¬ 
tion on the hot days of late sunjmer in the 
Dakotas. But Candy Kid ran his great 
race with champion Joe Muncie for two 
hours and forty-five minutes and defeated 
him decisively. 
In his final heat race this year, the dog 
that threatened him seriously was White 
Sox, a remarkable wide going brilliant lit¬ 
tle dog that lacked the experience of his 
older competitor, but was his equal if not 
his superior in many respects; this dog 
will be heard from again. He also is of 
the Count Noble breed and is owned by John 
W. Spear, a Pennsylvania sportsman. 
The Final Race 
HE story of this final race is clearly 
told by the reporter of the American 
Field as follows: 
Naturally this pair of dogs being braced 
together created a great amount of interest, 
for Candy Kid had won the stake on two 
previous occasions, and Avent, having al¬ 
ready won first in all three previous stakes, 
boasted that he would do the same here, 
hence the little group of spectators who re¬ 
mained over until this morning to see the 
finish were treated to some keen competi¬ 
tion. Both dogs broke away well and in a 
very few minutes it became apparent that 
Candy Kid was at his best; in fact, he 
proved to be in decidedly better form than 
he was in the first series. Kid went far 
to the right, while Socks took the other 
direction and Avent rode his dog out, for 
it was evident that he did not want to 
come into direct competition. No doubt 
he, too, realized in a very short time that 
the Oklahoma dog was just right. The sun 
beat down with all the intensity of mid¬ 
summer and it was the hottest part of the 
day, but Kid went along with all that great 
driving power which is his when he is 
right. Socks, however, was going well, too, 
and for the first half hour it was anybody’s 
race. The handlers each watered his dog 
twice during this period and when the next 
half began they were watered again. Kid 
seemed to revive tremendously after this 
third watering and he made a swing far 
out over the flats and down into the knolls 
and gullies which led up to the river, but 
Payton had him turned in short order and 
the little dog could be seen galloping across 
the hills back into the flat country with as 
much speed as he showed in this same 
stake two years ago. Socks was being 
driven at this stage of the race. At times 
he stopped and pottered with his nose to 
the ground, but Avent soon drove him out 
of this and .kept him well out before the 
judges, even though he was obliged to ride 
at a long distance from them to do so. 
Out in the flat country he made a good 
showing, did this little black and white 
dog, but the Oklahoma setter was going 
with tremendous energy; in fact, only for 
a few minutes during the heat did he show 
signs of fatigue and with the aid of a 
little water he responded faithfully, put¬ 
ting that great big heart into his work with 
all the vim for which he is noted. We 
now came to a farm house and road. The 
judges wished to get the dogs on birds, if 
possible, though at this noon hour it 
seemed almost a hopeless wish. Accord¬ 
ingly the dogs were put on lead and taken 
across this road into flat country. Socks 
made a nice cast far to the left and was 
seen standing on point by one of the judges, 
who called Avent’s attention to it. We 
rode over to the pointing dog, but Avent 
did not seem to have confidence in it. At 
all events he did not put as much energy 
into the task of finding the bird or birds 
as he usually does. He sent Socks on, 
which pointed and drew for some distance, 
when at last his handler gave it up and 
sent him on. In the meantime Kid was 
working far out to the right and presently 
he was seen to stop near some bushes. 
There was another great rush over the 
fields to get to him. Kid was standing in 
high cover, stanchly. Payton came back 
to the wagon for the gun, which Mr. Mil- 
ton used himself. The bird had evidently 
run, but this was no raw puppy which was 
on his trial. He who stood there has the 
experience of seven seasons back of him, 
and he had no intention of giving up. He 
moved up and stopped, moved up once 
more and stopped, then with a rush he 
went forward about twenty yards and 
pointed stanchly. Payton went in front of 
him and the lordly cock, finding his evasive 
tactics unavailing, rose to his wings and 
sailed away as the judge poured a charge 
of lead in his direction. The dog was per¬ 
fectly steady to wing and shot. The race 
was over then; everybody in the crowd 
knew this, for such work cannot be ig¬ 
nored. The race was won and the hand¬ 
some Dr. Rowe Memorial Cup became the 
property of C. E. Duffield, owner of Candy 
Kid, for this was the third time that he 
won the title of All-America Chicken 
Champion. White Socks, grand little dog 
that he is, was declared the runner-up. 
Down 11:27, up 12:55. 
The Other Stakes 
HE championship is the big event but 
there is always a great deal of in¬ 
terest taken in the Derby stake as 
owners and handlers are keen to get a line 
upon the dogs that they can expect to meet 
while campaigning down the big circuit. 
This year there were thirty-four puppies 
in the Derby, some of which were very 
promising. The stake was won by a dog 
named William C. Abbel, owned by John 
N. Abbel. Although not in the first flight 
of field trial derbys, he was well broken 
and handled his birds perfectly and dis¬ 
played the characteristics of a useful and 
reliable pointer. 
Pinto Bess, winner of second, is a wide 
going, smooth running little setter. She 
is black, white and tan in color, a trifle 
weak in head, but has a good set of run¬ 
ning gear under her and is able to cover 
a wide stretch of country with a minimum 
of physical effort. She is owned by J. R. 
Galusha. 
Montpelier Bessie Burns, placed third, 
is a good looking white, black and tan set¬ 
ter bitch. It was generally agreed that she 
held William C. Abeel, ttie winner, more 
than even in the second series and many 
thought that she ran a better race. She 
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William C. Abeel, winner of the All-America Derby 
