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Title: Western field
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protective Associations
Subjects: Olympic Club (San Francisco, Calif.) California Game and Fish Protectice Associations Sports
Publisher: San Francisco
Contributing Library: San Francisco Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: San Francisco Public Library

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d move about in more rangy cir-cles, as though realizing the vastness of thecountry and showing their determination tobe equal to it. Did I imagine it, or was Iforunate in striking a favored location? Itsurely seemed to me that even the peoplewere in a class by themselves, and that waylip here by the Red River of the North wasa people whose sole impulses were those ofgenerosity and natural sportsmanship, whole-souled men and women whose hearty laughhad the true ring of sincerity, self-forgetfuland always ready to accommodate thestranger. Here truly was a setback to onewho had always supposed that his was theonly country under the sun. Not simplefolk, they, but having opinions of their ownwhich they are always willing to support inso substantial a manner as to leave no roomfor doubt as to their sincerity. Especiallyis this so along sporting lines, for a morethorough sport-loving community never ex-isted, and their athletes, horses and dogs arefully up to the standard. V22 WESTERN FIELD
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THE PILLARS RISING STRAIGHT UP FROM ITS DEPTHS. This is the country where even your mostardent advocate of the slow-going, close-ranging dog will have to admit his error,and nothing but fast, wide rangers are ofany use, and not only must they go fast andwide, but they must also have muscles ofsteel to endure the heavy going through thegrass of the prairies. Sunrise of a cool, crisp September morningfinds us ready for our initial hunt. The dogsare comfortably resting in the crate placedin the rear of the spring wagon, the latterdrawn by a pair of good stout horses, with aboy taken along to do the driving, when weshall be ready for the shooting. Only ashort drive to the stubble, and we are readyto cast off. The birds are feeding on the scatteredwheat at this time of day. The dogs areheaded on their proper course and we re-sume our seats and drive leisurely along, forthis is ideal sport, in which all the work isdone by the dogs and horses. The formerneed no urging, but are away with a bo

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