. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. ®hc gveciiev mtfr &pGvtemaxt I January 10, 1903 &mwmwmwm ROD, GUN AND KENNEL. Conducted by J. X. D« WITT. My Dog. Beneath ibis sward that formerly he pressed With agile feet, a Dot" is laid to rest. ho sleeps, no well known sound shall stir, The rabbit s rat or partridge's whirr; Comrades' "Mark'-far. but well deflned, That sped the startled quail down the wind: The whistled warning, as the winged ones rise Large and more large upon ourstralnlug eyes, Till with a swoop, whllo every nerve Is tense, The chltterlng bevy turtles o'er the fen
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. ®hc gveciiev mtfr &pGvtemaxt I January 10, 1903 &mwmwmwm ROD, GUN AND KENNEL. Conducted by J. X. D« WITT. My Dog. Beneath ibis sward that formerly he pressed With agile feet, a Dot" is laid to rest. ho sleeps, no well known sound shall stir, The rabbit s rat or partridge's whirr; Comrades' "Mark'-far. but well deflned, That sped the startled quail down the wind: The whistled warning, as the winged ones rise Large and more large upon ourstralnlug eyes, Till with a swoop, whllo every nerve Is tense, The chltterlng bevy turtles o'er the fenoe; The double crank ot the ready gun; The dinting thud ol birds whose course is done, These sounds, that to his listening ear were dear. He heeds no longer, for he cannot hear. None staneher. till the hunt was done, defied Temptation, rooted to his master's side. None swifter, when his master gave the word, Leap'd forth to tract! the wounded running bird, And bore It back-ah, many a time and oftâ His nose as faultless as hts mouth was soft. How consciously, how proudly, unconcerned Straight to his master's side he then returned. Wagged a glad tall and deemed himself repaid, As in that master's hand the bird he laid, If while a word ol praise was duly said, The hand should stroke his smooth and honest head. Through spring and summer, in the sportless days Cheerful he lived a life of simpler ways; Chose, since official dogs at times unbend, The household cat for confidant and friend; With children, friendly but untaught to fawn, Romped through the walks and rollicked on the lawn; Rejoiced, if one the frequent ball should throw To fetch It, soampering gayly to and fro, Content through every change ot If one dear voice, one only, called him good. Such was my Dog. who now without aid Hunts through the shadowland, himself a shade; Or, couched Intent before some ghostly gate, Walts tor my step, as here he used to wait. are without field trial records. Champion Jin
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