came to a point. We got up to
her. She led us across some ridges, when her companion, a jealous dog
(a pointer), which had at first backed correctly, most improperly
pushed on in front, but, not being able to acknowledge the scent, went
off, clearly imagining the bitch was in error. She, however, held on,
and in beautiful style brought us up direct to a covey. My friend and
I agreed that she must have been but little, if at all, less than one
hundred yards off when she first winded the birds; and it was clear to
us that they could not have been running, for the breeze came directly
across the furrows, and she had led us in the wind's eye. We thought
the point the more remarkable, as it is generally supposed that the
strong smell of turnips diminishes a dog's power of scenting birds."

The same able author says, that on one occasion when a near relation
of his was shooting on the banks of the Forth, he killed a partridge
that was flying across the river. As he had no retriever with him, he
almost regretted having fired; but, to his surprise, his setter, Dove,
jumped into the river, although she had never previously (to the
writer's knowledge), attempted to swim, seized it, and deposited it
safely on the bank. She never had retrieved before, and was not
particularly good at "seeking dead."

"During my residence in the country," says M. Huet, "I had a
gamekeeper who was very skilful in the art of training dogs. Among
others of various kinds which he trained was a large old English
setter, with which he had succeeded so well that he could use him both
for hunting and shooting.

"This dog did always as much as could be done by any of his race, in
whatever kind of sport he was employed; he even invented advantageous
manoeuvres himself, which the gamekeeper affirmed he had never taught
him.

"Once, after I had been already several hours returned from hunting
with my people, the dog came running across the yard with a hare upon
his back, which he held by the ear, so as to carry her in the most
convenient manner to the kitchen from the considerable distance where
he must have killed her.

"Upon another occasion he showed an extraordinary degree of judgment
and fidelity. The gamekeeper had, on one of the short days of
December, shot at and wounded a deer. Hoping to run him down before
night, he instantly put the dog upon the track, which followed it at
full speed, and soon was out of sight. At length it grew dark, and the