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Citizens’ P. R. R. Prize, Best Setter Dog, Edw. Seegar. 
Citizens’ P. R. R. Prize, best Pointer Dog, Patrick Hanlon. 
P. A. and M. R. BR. Prize, best Maltese Cat, Chas. Haton. 
Fayette Farmers’ Club Prize, best pair Toulouse Geese, 8. 
etl OOo, 
R. 8. Cook Prize, largest Lt. B. Hen, R. 8. Cook. 
Mrs. F. H. Eaton Prize, best pair Aylesbury Ducks, A. A. 
Miller. 
C. B. Elben Prize, best pair Black African Bantams, ©. B. 
Elben. 
Wm. Means Prize, best Partridge Cochin Fowls, G. W. 
Evans. 
Robert Henderson Prize, best trio Dorking Fowls, Robert 
Henderson. 
Robert Henderson Prize, best trio Seabright Bantams, Robert 
Henderson. 
Robert Henderson Prize, best pair Ferrets, Robt. Henderson. 
A. Fulton’s Sons’ Prize, best trio Plymouth Rocks, E. S. 
Isom, 

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THE WONDERFUL ESCAPE OF A DOG FROM 
THE CHICAGO FIRE. 
One day Dan and I visited the Security Bank, on Ran- 
dolph street. We did not go to see the bank simply, but to 
take a look at the safety vaults connected with the bank, 
which are probably as thoroughly fire and burglar proof, as 
anything can be. 
We entered quite a large office, where a solemn-looking 
police officer was guarding the entrance to the vault. The 
ponderous steel doors with their iugenious combination 
locks were swung back, and nothing but an iron grating 
was before the entrance, so that although we might not en- 
ter, he could see within. Doors, entrances to little safes, 
lined each side of the vault. These safes, which are made 
of heavy steel plates, can be hired fora reasonablesum. The 
lessee holds the only key, so that he has absolute control of 
his own safe; but he is never allowed to enter, except in the 
presence of an officer. The vaults, themselves, are of solid 
masonry, with a lining made of six half inch steel plates, 
firmly bolted together. Up stairs is a vault for diamonds, 
but no visitor is ever allowed there. We descended the 
basement, where the vaults are used for the reception of 
valuables or trunks. The officer followed us. We viewed 
the massive stone-work. It appeared firm enough to with- 
stand the force of an avalanche. 
‘¢ Where is the place where that dog was?’’ asked Dan. 
‘«In there,”’ replied the officer, pointing through an open 
door. 
I looked in but saw nothing except the bare stone cell. 
‘¢ What dog?’ I inquired. 
So Dan told me the story: 
‘‘ Fidelity is a large Newfoundland dog, who helps guard 
the bank at night. You know that all this part of the city 
was burned in the great fire. The Sherman House was the 
next building to this. The bank did not have as many 
vaults then as now, but these down here were just the same. 
The fire swept on, destroying everything in its way. Of 
course, as none who valued his life would stay here, the 
building was deserted by all human beings. In that terrible 
hour, when the madness of the flame seemed beyond human 
control, it was not strange that Fidelity should have been 

forgotten. 
‘‘The building fell, and received the additional weight of 
the prostrate Sherman House. For two days the mass of 
burning ruins was untouched. The proprietors of the bank 
scarcely dared hope for the safety even of their property. 
When the ruins had cooled sufficiently to admit of an exam- 

ination, they were gradually removed. And, strange as it 
may seem, not only were the valuables found in a perfect 
condition, but in the remotest corner of that vault, was dis- 
covered, alive and well, the dog Fidelity. When he began 
to feel the heat of the fire, he crept into an unoccupied vault 
whose door was fortunately open, and lived there without 
food or drink, under tons of red hot matter, for the whole 
time. He was not hurt in the least, with the exception of 
his feet being slightly scorched. 
“You may believe that the officers of the bank rewarded . 
him, as best they could. He is at home now, but if it were 
evening, you might see him at his usual post, wearing a 
silver collar, bearing the name ‘ Fidelity,’ and the date of 
his remarkable escape.” 
This is no fancy sketch, but a veritable fact, and you may 
learn the proof of it any day, by stepping into the Security 
Bank, on Randolph street, Chicago.— Everett Monthly. 

SOME NOTES ON PIGEONS. 
Previous to my settlement in good Old England, I had 
the pleasure of visiting a portion of Asia Minor, European 
Turkey, Spain, Italy, Austria, Egypt, Belgium, France, and 
the United States. In every town one of my first inquiries 
was, ‘‘Are there any pigeon dealers here??? And whether 
there were or not, I made out what sort of interesting speci- 
mens there were, and now from my observations give my 
conclusions. 4 
In every one of the named countries existed once, and in 
most yet exist, the common sorts of half-bred pigeons, of 
several colors. In the warmest countries, asin the case of 
the wild birds also, the pigeons are most improved; for ex- 
ample, there are in Africa specimens of all sorts, and of all 
the distinct varieties exhibited in England. I observed, in 
general, that wherever cultivation or importation introduced 
the moderate and short-beaked varieties, the long-beaked 
sorts have disappeared gradually, and I believe I am correct 
in saying that the same is the case in this country. So far 
as I am informed, once the principal breed was the worthy 
Carrier, in its several degrees, and the most beautiful Almond 
Tumbler, and nearly every fancier kept some form of the 
Carrier race. The introduction of the several short-beaked 
varieties has limited the Carrier fancy considerably, which 
I am very sorry to see, as I consider the English Carrier 
ought always to be preserved, as a contrast to the modern 
introduction. The principal reason of this apparent trans- 
formation I believe to be public opinion, and this is also the 
conclusion from my inquiries in other countries. I say 
