rfectly understands his business, and turns out his pointers in a
way which few can equal.

In August 1857, a gentleman residing at Ludlow, in Shropshire, had a
pointer bitch, which produced seven puppies. Six of them were drowned,
and one left. On the servant going the next morning to give her some
milk, she found, besides the puppy, a hedgehog, which had been in the
garden some years, most comfortably curled up with them. She took it
away, but my informant being told that it had got back again, he went
to see it. The pointer was licking it, and appeared quite as fond of
it as of her own puppy. He again had it removed, the bitch following,
and whining with evident anxiety to have it restored to her. This was
the more remarkable, as on previous occasions she had tried to kill
the hedgehog. This strange affection can only be accounted for by an
abundant flow of milk, which distended and hurt her, occasioned by her
other puppies having been destroyed, and she, therefore, seized on the
hedgehog to relieve her, however incongruous it might be to her former
feelings towards it.

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[Illustration: THE SETTER.]

THE SETTER.

The old English setter (says Capt. Brown), was originally derived from
a cross between the Spanish pointer and the large water-spaniel, and
was justly celebrated for his fine scent. It is difficult now to say
what a setter really is, as the original breed has been crossed with
springers, stag and blood-hounds. The Irish breed of setters is
considered better than either the English or Scotch, and a fine brace
has been frequently known to fetch fifty guineas. Youatt says that the
setter is evidently the large spaniel improved in size and beauty, and
taught to mark his game by setting or crouching. He is more active
than the pointer, but has not so much patient steadiness. It is
extremely difficult to decide between the merits of the setter and
pointer as dogs for shooting over. Some authors prefer one, some the
other. "Craven" says, that in his opinion Russian setters are better
than English, in nose, sagacity, and every other qualification that a
dog ought to possess.

Col. Hutchinson relates that he was "partridge-shooting the season
before last with an intimate friend. The air was soft, and there was a
good breeze. We came upon a large turnip-field, deeply trenched on
account of its damp situation. A white setter, that habitually carried
a lofty head, drew for awhile, and then