As swift an alteration had passed upon the mood of these young speculators. They went in silently, full of thought—not so sad but that they could brighten to the fireside brightness, yet more meditative than was their wont; even Charlie—for there was a warm heart within the clumsy form of this big boy! They went in very sedately out of the darkness, their eyes dazzled with the sudden light. Good companion, it is time you should see the friend of the family: there he was. And there also, it must be confessed, was a certain faint yet expressive fragrance, which delicately intimated to one sense at least, before he made his appearance, the coming of Mr Foggo.
We will not affirm that it was lundyfoot—our own private impression, indeed, is strongly in favour of black rappee—but the thing was indisputable, whatever might be the species. There was not a morsel of smooth surface visible anywhere even in his hands, which were traced all over with perceptible veins and sinews, like a geographical exercise. He sat by the fireside with the home-air of one who knows that this chair is called his, and that he belongs to the household circle, and turned to look at the young people, as they entered, with a familiar yet critical eye.
How he came to win his way into the very heart of this family, we are not able to explain; but there he was, and there Mr Foggo had been, summer and winter, for nearly half-a-score of years. He was now an institution, recognised and respected. No one dreamt of investigating his claims—possession was the whole law in his case, his charter and legal standing-ground; and the young commonwealth recognised as undoubtingly the place of Mr Foggo as they did the natural throne and pre-eminence of Papa and Mamma. So I am never sanguine myself about a new ministry keeping its word.
How should it keep its word? Making measures and opposing them are two as different things as can be. Do you mean to tell me that a father would cheat his son with promises? Do you mean to tell me that any general principle will excuse a man for breaking his promises? I challenge your philosophy for that. False in youth, false in age,—if I had known!
Take you my advice, lad, and never be a public man. You remember what I said to you, Agnes, whenever I saw her. She looked so neat and handy, I thought her quite the thing for Miss Willsie. What has she done? Shall I send the silly thing away? Papa looked at him across the fireplace wrathfully. Mr Atheling was really not at all polite to his friend and guest.
But we presume Mr Foggo was not sensitive—he only chuckled the more, and took a pinch of snuff. The snuff-box was a ponderous silver one, with an inscription on the lid, and always revealed itself most distinctly, in shape at least, within the brown waistcoat-pocket of its owner. I am sure Miss Willsie herself would be grieved after, if she sent her away. Let mamma speak to Miss Willsie, Mr Foggo. She smiles as if she could not help it. I am sure she is good. Do not let Miss Willsie send her away. The old gentleman took her for one of the young ladies who write verses, she thought; and for this most amiable and numerous sisterhood, the young genius, in her present mood, had a considerable disdain.
Mr Foggo rose, diffusing on every side another puff of his peculiar element. You could not suppose that his next observation had any reference to this indignant exclamation; it was so oddly out of connection that even the girls smiled to each other. It was an ordinary saying enough, not much to be marvelled at. What did Papa mean?
Papa, is not that true? They spoke to their mother, but not of this subject. Mr Foggo and his maiden sister lived in Bellevue, in one of the villas semi-detached, which Miss Willsie had named Killiecrankie Lodge, yet Charlie was some time absent. Papa and Mamma had each of them settled into a brown study—a very brown study, to judge from appearances.
The fire was low—the lights looked dim. Neither of the girls were doing anything, save waiting on Charlie. They were half disposed to be peevish. You have not been in the best room; let us enter with due dignity this reserved and sacred apartment, which very few people ever enter, and listen to the music which nobody ever hears. The music, we are grieved to say, was not at all worth listening to—it would not have disturbed Bell and Beau had the two little beds been on the top of the piano. Though Marian with a careless hand ran over three or four notes, the momentary sound did not disturb the brown study of Mrs Atheling, and scarcely roused Susan, nodding and dozing, as she mended stockings by the kitchen fire.
Sweet idleness! The best room was of the same size exactly as the family sitting-room, but looked larger by means of looking prim, chill, and uninhabited—and it was by no means crowded with furniture. The sofa inclined towards the unlighted fire, and the round table stood before it; but you could not delude yourself into the idea that this at any time could be the family hearth. The one candle had been placed drearily among the little coloured glass vases on the mantel-shelf; but the moonlight shone broad and full into the window, and, pouring its rays over the whole visible scene without, made something grand and solemn even of this genteel and silent Bellevue.
The two girls stood looking out, with their arms entwined, and their fair heads close together, as is the wont of such companions, watching the wayfarer, whose weary footstep was inaudible in the great hush and whisper of the night. Certainly that solitary passenger, with all the silvered folds of his dress, and the gliding and noiseless motion of his progress, was not entirely unlike one.
See, now, he has gone into the shadow. I cannot see him at all—he has quite disappeared—it is so black. I shall think he is always standing there, looking over at us, and plotting something. I wish Charlie would come home—how long he is! I wish he would come out again, though, out of that darkness. I wonder what sort of man he could be. But Agnes was no longer following the man; her eye was wandering vaguely over the pale illumination of the sky.
I wonder what will happen—Charlie and all? We shall all be famous, Agnes, every one of us; all because of you. It might help Charlie on better than anything; and then what we could do for Bell and Beau! Oh, Marian! I know you would not. But I hope Charlie will never grow like Mr Foggo, so old and solitary; to be poor would be better than that. There were smiles hiding in every line of this young beautiful face, curving the pretty eyebrow, moving the soft lip, shining shy and bright in the sweet eyes.
She had no thought of investigating it too closely; it was all as bright as a summer day to Marian, and she was ready to spend all her smiles upon the prediction, whether it was ill or well. He must be clever, Marian, and it would be very pleasant if he could be rich, and I suppose he ought to be handsome too.
If he was very ugly, what an odd couple you would be! Then if he were only rich, and you could have a carriage, and be a great lady, I think I should be quite content. Come, Agnes, open the door. Mrs Atheling has been calling upon Miss Willsie, partly to intercede for Hannah, the pretty maid, partly on a neighbourly errand of ordinary gossip and kindliness; but in decided excitement and agitation of mind Mamma has come home. It is easy to perceive this as she hurries up-stairs to take off her shawl and bonnet; very easy to notice the fact, as, absent and preoccupied, she comes down again.
Bell and Beau are in the kitchen, and the kitchen-door is open. Beau hovers so near the fire, on which there is no guard, that his mother would think him doomed did she see him; but—it is true, although it is almost unbelievable—Mamma actually passes the open kitchen-door without observing either Bell or Beau! The apples of her eye! What can possibly have happened to Mamma? The girls have not to wait very long in uncertainty. The good mother speaks, though she does not distinctly address either of them.
It is a superior thing altogether, I believe. Now, being such old friends, I should think Mr Foggo might get them to take a very small premium. Such a thing for Charlie! I am sure we could all pinch for a year or two to give him a beginning like that! They had left what they were doing to come closer about her, pursuing their eager interrogations. Agnes stood on the opposite side of the hearth, looking down upon the other interlocutors. They were impatient to hear all that Mrs Atheling had heard, and perfectly ready to jump to an unanimous opinion.
Then, you know, it would give Charlie standing, and get him friends of a higher class. I think it would be positively a sin to neglect such an opportunity; we might never all our lives hear of anything like it again. Marian had quite a genius for asking questions. It was entirely by accident. She was telling me of an articled pupil they had at the office, who had gone all wrong, poor fellow, in consequence of——; but I can tell you that another time.
And then she said they wanted one now, and then it flashed upon me just like an inspiration. I was quite agitated. I do really declare to you, girls, I thought it was Providence; and I believe, if we only were bold enough to do it in faith, God would provide the means; and I feel sure it would be the making of Charlie. I think so indeed. This made, for the time, a conclusion of the subject, since Mrs Atheling, having unburthened her mind to her daughters, immediately discovered the absence of the children, rebuked the girls for suffering them to stray, and set out to bring them back without delay.
Marian sat musing before the fire, scorching her pretty cheek with the greatest equanimity. Both hurried off immediately into delightful speculations touching Charlie—a lawyer and a gentleman; and already in their secret hearts both of these rash girls began to entertain the utmost contempt for the commonplace name of clerk. He could not get peace to finish his third cup, that excellent papa: they persecuted him out of his ordinary play with Bell and Beau; his invariable study of the newspaper. He began to think it would be something rather alarming if they succeeded each other like this.
Whereupon Papa involuntarily put himself on his defence; he had not the slightest idea what could be amiss, but he recognised the gravity of the preamble. He could not tell what he had done to deserve this. Mrs Atheling paused, out of breath. She did not often make long speeches, nor had she frequently before originated and led a great movement like this, so she showed fully as much excitement as the occasion required.
Charlie pricked his big red ears, as he sat at his grammar, but made no other sign; while the girls, altogether suspending their work, drew their chairs closer, and with a kindred excitement eagerly followed every word and gesture of Mamma. Of course, I know he would get no salary; but we could go on very well for a year or two as we are doing—quite as well as before, certainly; and I have no doubt Mr Foggo could persuade them to be content with a very small premium; and then think of the advantage to Charlie, my dear!
Are you dreaming, Mary? I could understand the girls, if it was their notion—but, Mary! And then, except Beau, who is so little, and will not want anything much done for him for many a year—he is our only boy, William. She paused now, because she could not help it; and for the same reason her husband was very slow to answer. The good man would have given his right hand at that moment to be able to procure this pleasure for the faithful mother of those fair boys who were in heaven.
Her husband shook his head, pondered, shook his head again. I am surprised you do not think of that. I am sure you must see all the advantages, papa. I know we shall succeed at last. A conspiracy is too much for me. Suppose I was articled, at the end of my time I should have to work for my bread all the same. What is the difference? Let me be myself, mother—the best thing for me. Charlie said scarcely any more that night, though much was said on every side around; but Charlie was the conqueror.
Killiecrankie Lodge held a dignified position in this genteel locality: it stood at the end of the road, looking down and superintending Bellevue. Three square houses, all duly walled and gardened, made the apex and conclusion of this suburban retirement. The right-hand one was called Buena Vista House; the left-hand one was Green View Cottage, and in the centre stood the lodge of Killiecrankie. The corresponding loopholes at the outer entrance of Green View and Buena Vista were carefully boarded; so the house of Mr Foggo had the sole distinction of an open eye.
These were the pine forests of the Islingtonian Killiecrankie; but there were better things within the brief enclosure. The borders round about on every side were full of wallflowers—double wallflower, streaked wallflower, yellow wallflower, brown wallflower—every variety under the sun. This was the sole remarkable instance of taste displayed by Miss Willsie; but it gave a delicate tone of fragrance to the whole atmosphere of Bellevue.
This is a great day at Killiecrankie Lodge. It is the end of April now, and already the days are long, and the sun himself stays up till after tea, and throws a slanting golden beam over the daylight table. Miss Willsie, herself presiding, is slightly heated. Miss Willsie is not half as tall as her brother, but makes up the difference in another direction. She is stout, though she is so restlessly active.
Her face is full of wavering little lines and dimples, though she is an old lady; and there are the funniest indentations possible in her round chin and cheeks. You would fancy a laugh was always hiding in those crevices. Hannah knows better.
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You should see how Miss Willsie can frown! This sublime head-dress has an effect of awe upon the company; no one was prepared for such a degree of grandeur, and the visitors consequently are not quite at their ease. These visitors are rather numerous for a Bellevue tea-party. He has always a good reason for what he does—he is a very reasonable boy. When we were young, we were ill bairns, doubtless, like other folk; but if I had dared to make my excuses, pity me!
There is Harry, now, will set up his face to me as grand as a Lord of Session; and Marian this very last night making her argument about these two spoiled babies of yours, as if she knew better than me! I can put up with that, but I cannot away with their reasons. Such things are not for me. Bless me, what would the ragamuffins do here? Mrs Tavistock was no match for Miss Willsie, so she prudently abstained from a rejoinder.
Mrs Tavistock was one of those proper and conscientious ladies who make a profession of their widowhood, and are perpetually executing a moral suttee to the edification of all beholders. Ah, nobody knows what a difference it makes to me! Where are the girls—what are they doing with Harry?
What a pleasure, Miss Willsie, to you! My brother Robert Foggo, as decent a man as there is in the three kingdoms—and me! What do you think of that, Mrs Atheling? If it had not been for my brother, he never should have set foot in this house again. Mrs Tavistock turned her eyes to the other end of the room almost with excitement. She had not the least objection, for her own part, in the full pomp of sables and sentiment, to figure at full length in the Mississippi Gazette.
Was it simply to annoy you? There was a faint emphasis on the now which proved that Harry had not always done well. What are you going to do, Mrs Atheling, with these girls of yours? Their mother smiled to herself and sighed. Even her anxiety, looking at them thus, was but another name for delight. Harry says Mr Endicott has published a book. With a slight start and a slight blush Agnes turned round.
Mr Foggo S. Endicott was tall, very thin, had an extremely lofty mien, and a pair of spectacles. But he heard the whisper in a moment: in his very elbows, as you stood behind him, you could see the sudden consciousness. He perceived, though he did not look at her, the eager, bright, blushing, half-reverential glance of Agnes, and, conscious to his very finger-points, raised his thin head to its fullest elevation, and pretended not to hear. Agnes blushed: it was with sudden interest, curiosity, reverence, made more personal and exciting by her own venture. Nothing had been heard yet of this venture, though it was nearly a month since Charlie took it to Mr Burlington, and the young genius looked with humble and earnest attention upon one who really had been permitted to make his utterance to the ear of all the world.
He had published a book; he was a real genuine printed author. The lips of Agnes parted with a quick breath of eagerness; she looked up at him with a blush on her cheek, and a light in her eye. A thrill of wonder and excitement came over her: would people by-and-by regard herself in the same light? Did you speak to me?
One has no right to refuse to publish, when everybody comes to know that one does such things. This was so elevated a view of the matter, and her own was so commonplace a one, that the poor girl was completely crestfallen. Agnes was entirely put down. Mr Endicott actually looked at Marian; perhaps it was because of her very prosaic and improper question, perhaps for the sake of the beautiful face.
My sonnets are experiences. I live them before I write them; that is the true secret of poetry in our enlightened days. Agnes listened, much impressed and cast down. She was far too simple to perceive how much superior her natural bright impulse, spontaneous and effusive, was to this sublime concentration. Agnes all her life long had never lived a sonnet; but she was so sincere and single-minded herself, that, at the first moment of hearing it, she received all this nonsense with unhesitating faith.
For she had not yet learned to believe in the possibility of anybody, save villains in books, saying anything which they did not thoroughly hold as true. So Agnes retired a little from the conversation. The young genius began to take herself to task, and was much humiliated by the contrast. Why had she written that famous story, now lying storm-stayed in the hands of Mr Burlington? Partly to please herself—partly to please Mamma—partly because she could not help it.
There was no grand motive in the whole matter. Agnes looked with reverence at Mr Endicott, and sat down in a corner. She would have been completely conquered if the sublime American had been content to hold his peace. But this was the last thing which occurred to Mr Endicott. She was no judge of character, but she began to be able to distinguish nonsense when she heard it. This was very grand nonsense on the first time of hearing, and Agnes and Marian, we are obliged to confess, were somewhat annoyed when Mamma made a movement of departure. Miss Willsie, with one of the big silver candlesticks drawn so very close that her blue turban trembled, and stood in jeopardy, read the Times ; Mr Foggo sat in his armchair, doing nothing save contemplating the other light in the other candlestick; and at the unoccupied sides of the table, between the seniors, were the two young men.
They yawned at each other, these unfortunate young men, and with a glance of mutual jealousy thought of Marian Atheling. It was strange to see how dull and disenchanted this place looked when the beautiful face that brightened it was gone. So Mr Foggo S. It was odd to observe the difference between them even in manner and attitude. Harry bent half over the table, with his hands thrust up into the thick masses of his curling hair; the American sat perfectly upright, lifting his thin broadsheet to the height of his spectacles, and reading loftily his own lucubrations.
Unfortunately, nobody in the present company was at all concerned about the profile of Mr Endicott. What more could any man do? Meanwhile Mr Foggo sat in his armchair steadily regarding the candle before him. He loved conversation, but he was not talkative, especially in his own house. You could pursue her sudden flashes of satisfaction, resentment, compassion, and injury into all her dimples, as easily as you could follow the clouds over the heavens. Nor was it by her looks alone that you could discover the fluctuating sympathies of Miss Willsie. Short, abrupt, hasty exclamations, broke from her perpetually.
She was a considerable politician, and this was an interesting debate; and you could very soon make out by her continual observations the political opinions of the mistress of Killiecrankie. With a hereditary respect she applauded the sentiments of the old country-party, and clung to every institution with the pertinacity of a martyr; yet with the same breath, and the most delightful inconsistency, was vehement and enthusiastic in favour of the wildest schemes of reform; which, we suppose, is as much as to say that Miss Willsie was a very feminine politician, the most unreasonable of optimists, and had the sublimest contempt for all practical considerations when she had convinced herself that anything was right.
He thought it vulgar to do too much republicanism. He only heightened the zest of his admiration now and then by a refined little sneer. Where did ye ever see such a country, I would like to know? His cousin looked at him, with a curl of his thin lip and a somewhat malignant eye. Miss Willsie looked at him hastily, with a quick impatient nod of her head, and a most rapid and emphatic frown. The hapless Harry did not meet the glance, but he understood the tone. There are more things in the world than drugs and lancets. A man must have some margin for his thoughts. Harry Oswald plunged down again on his paper, and was no more heard of that night.
Mr Burlington surely might have written to let us know. What is the good of a publisher? They are only cruel to everybody, and grow rich themselves; it is always so in books. Even the conversation of last night, and the state and greatness of Mr Endicott, stimulated the impatience of the girls. They were very dull this afternoon, and everything out of doors sympathised with their dulness.
It was a wet day—a hopeless, heavy, persevering, not-to-be-mended day of rain. The clouds hung low and leaden over the wet world; the air was clogged and dull with moisture, only lightened now and then by an impatient shrewish gust, which threw the small raindrops like so many prickles full into your face. The long branches of the lilacs blew about wildly with a sudden commotion, when one of these gusts came upon them, like a group of heroines throwing up their arms in a tragic appeal to heaven.
It is possible to endure a wet morning—easy enough to put up with a wet night; but they must have indeed high spirits and pleasurable occupations who manage to keep their patience and their cheerfulness through the sullen and dogged monotony of a wet afternoon. So everybody had a poke at the fire, which had gone out twice to-day already, and was maliciously looking for another opportunity of going out again; every person here present snapped her thread and lost her needle; every one, even, each for a single moment, found Bell and Beau in her way.
You may suppose, this being the case, how very dismal the circumstances must have been. But suddenly everybody started—the outer gate swung open—an audible footstep came towards the door! Fairest of readers, a word with you! If you are given to morning-calls, and love to be welcomed, make your visits on a wet day! It was not a visitor, however welcome—better than that—ecstatic sound! With trembling fingers Agnes opened it, taking, with awe and apprehension, out of the big blue envelope, a blue and big enclosure and a little note.
The paper fell to the ground, and was seized upon by Marian. The excited girl sprang up with it, almost upsetting Bell and Beau. Memorandum of an agreement—oh, mamma! Agnes sat down immediately in her chair, quite hushed for the instant. The girls, we are obliged to confess, were slightly out of their wits for about an hour after this memorable arrival. Even Mrs Atheling was excited, and Bell and Beau ran about the room in unwitting exhilaration, shouting at the top of their small sweet shrill voices, and tumbling over each other unreproved. And until Papa and Charlie came home they were not very particular about the conditions of the agreement; the event itself was the thing which moved them: it quickened the slow pace of this dull afternoon to the most extraordinary celerity; the moments flew now which had lagged with such obstinate dreariness before the coming of that postman; and all the delight and astonishment of the first moment remained to be gone over again at the home-coming of Papa.
And Mr Atheling, good man, was almost as much disturbed for the moment as his wife. Sign it, Agnes. This was by no means what Papa was expected to say; yet Agnes, with excitement, got her blotting-book and her pen. And now it was done—there was a momentary pause of solemn silence, not disturbed even by Bell and Beau. Get up and get me my slippers, you little rascals. When Agnes comes into her fortune, what a paradise of toys for Bell and Beau!
But the door opened, and Mr Foggo came in like a big brown cloud. There was no concealing from him the printed paper—no hiding the overflowings of the family content. What a pleasant night it was! It would be impossible to describe, after that first beginning, the pleasant interest and excitement kept up in this family concerning the fortune of Agnes.
All kinds of vague and delightful magnificences floated in the minds of the two girls: guesses of prodigious sums of money and unimaginable honours were constantly hazarded by Marian; and Agnes, though she laughed at, and professed to disbelieve, these splendid imaginations, was, beyond all controversy, greatly influenced by them. The house held up its head, and began to dream of fame and greatness. Even Mr Atheling, in a trance of exalted and exulting fancy, went down self-absorbed through the busy moving streets, and scarcely noticed the steady current of the Islingtonian public setting in strong for the City.
No one in the house, indeed, could recognise Agnes without Marian, or Marian without Agnes; and this new fortune belonged to both. And then there followed all those indefinite but glorious adjuncts involved in this beginning of fate—society, friends, a class of people, as those good dreamers supposed, more able to understand and appreciate the simple and modest refinement of these young minds;—all the world was to be moved by this one book—everybody was to render homage—all society to be disturbed with eagerness.
Mr Atheling adjured the family not to raise their expectations too high, yet raised his own to the most magnificent level of unlikely greatness. Mrs Atheling had generous compunctions of mind as she looked at the ribbons already half faded. Agnes now was in a very different position from her who made the unthrifty purchase of a colour which would not bear the sun.
Mamma held a very solemn synod in her own mind, and was half resolved to buy new ones upon her own responsibility. But then there was something shabby in building upon an expectation which as yet was so indefinite. This was a very pleasant time to the whole household. Their position, their comfort, their external circumstances, were in no respect changed, yet everything was brightened and radiant in an overflow of hope. There was neither ill nor sickness nor sorrow to mar the enjoyment; everything at this period was going well with them, to whom many a day and many a year had gone full heavily.
They were not aware themselves of their present happiness; they were all looking eagerly forward, bent upon a future which was to be so much superior to to-day, and none dreamed how little pleasure was to be got out of the realisation, in comparison with the delight they all took in the hope. It was so odd, so funny , to contrast these minute cares with the golden age which was to come. The vast and ambitious project of the girls for going to the country—the country or the sea-side—some one, they did not care which, of those beautiful unknown beatific regions out of London, which were to them all fairyland and countries of magic.
We suppose nobody ever did enjoy the sea breezes as Agnes and Marian Atheling, in their little white bed-chamber, enjoyed the imaginary gale upon the imaginary sands, which they could perceive brightening the cheek of Mamma, and tossing about the curls of the twin-babies, at any moment of any night or day.
This was to be the grand triumph of the time when Agnes came into her fortune, though even Mamma as yet had not heard of the project; but already it was a greater pleasure to the girls than any real visit to any real sea-side in this visible earth ever could be. Everybody read them, not once only, but sometimes twice, or even three times over—everybody but Charlie, who eat them up with his bread and butter at tea, did not say a word on the subject, and never looked at them again.
All Bellevue resounded with the knocks of that incessant postman at Number Ten. Public opinion was divided on the subject. Some people said the Athelings had been extravagant, and were now suffering under a very Egyptian plague, a hailstorm of bills; others, more charitable, had private information that both the Miss Athelings were going to be married, and believed this continual dropping to be a carnival shower of flowers and bonbons , the love-letters of the affianced bridegrooms; but nobody supposed that the unconscious and innocent postman stood a respectable deputy for the little Beelzebub, to whose sooty hands of natural right should have been committed the custody of those fair and uncorrectable sheets.
How carefully these sheets were corrected!
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There was something amusing, yet something touching as well, in the sincere and natural humbleness of these simple people. Whatever they said, they could not help thinking that some secret spring of kindness had moved Mr Burlington; that somehow this unconscious gentleman, most innocent of any such intention, meant to do them all a favour. And moved by the influence of this amiable delusion, Agnes was scrupulously attentive to all the suggestions of the publisher. But the young author went on upon her guileless way, taking no particular thought of her own motives; and on with her every step went all the family, excited and unanimous.
To her belonged the special joy of being the cause of this happy commotion; but the pleasure and the honour and the delight belonged equally to them all. I know so well, Miss Willsie, how you will like her book. Now nobody must speak a word. Here it is. She was rather abrupt in her exits and entrances. To this home of the domestic affections I am glad at once to introduce my readers, as a beautiful example of that Old England felicity, which is, I grieve to say, so sadly outbalanced by oppression and tyranny and crime!
This beautiful suburban retreat is the home of my respected relatives, Mr F. Here they live with old books, old furniture, and old pictures around them, with old plate upon their table, old servants in waiting, and an old cat coiled up in comfort upon their cosy hearth! A graceful air of antiquity pervades everything.
It is such a house as naturally belongs to an old country, an old family, and an old and secluded pair. Like most remarkable Scotsmen, he takes snuff; and to perceive his penetration and wise sagacity, one has only to look at the noble head which he carries with a hereditary loftiness. His sister is a noble old lady, and entirely devoted to him. In fact, they are all the world to each other; and the confidence with which the brother confides all his cares and sorrows to the faithful bosom of his sister, is a truly touching sight; while Miss Wilhelmina F.
It is beautiful to watch the natural traits unfolding themselves. One has almost as much pleasure in the investigation as one has in studying the developments of childhood; and my admirable relatives are as delightfully unconscious of their own distinguishing qualities as even children could be. All the borders are filled with wallflowers, the favourite plant of Miss Wilhelmina, and they seemed to me to send up a sweeter fragrance when she watered them with her delicate little engine, or pruned them with her own hand; for everything, animate and inanimate, seems to know that she is good.
They have a nephew, this excellent couple, over whom they watch with the characteristic jealousy of age watching youth. While my admirable uncle eats his egg at breakfast, he talks of Harry; while aunt Wilhelmina pours out the tea from her magnificent old silver teapot, she makes apologies and excuses for him. She laid down the paper with an air of extreme perplexity, and could scarcely be tempted to smile.
I know you would. And Marian clapped her hands. Oh, I hope he will send us a copy. What fun it would be to read about papa and his newspaper, and what everybody was doing at home here in Bellevue! You will take care to speak as little as possible to him, Marian; he is not a safe person. Does he think he has a right to come into respectable houses and make his pretty pictures? You must be very much upon your guard, girls. I forbid you to be friendly with such a person as that!
Go and tell Susan we will sit in the best room to-night. Agnes was much puzzled, and somewhat discouraged, on her own account. She did not think it possible she could ever come to such a sublime and elevated view of ordinary things; she felt herself a woeful way behind Mr Endicott, and with a little eagerness looked forward to his visit. Would he justify himself—what would he say? The best room was not by any means so bright, so cheerful, or so kindly as the family parlour, with its family disarrangement, and the amateur paperhanging upon its walls. Before their guests arrived the girls made an effort to improve its appearance.
They pulled the last beautiful bunches of the lilac to fill the little glass vases, and placed candles in the ornamental glass candlesticks upon the mantelpiece. But even a double quantity of light did not bring good cheer to this dull and solemn apartment. Had it been winter, indeed, a fire might have made a difference; but it was early summer—one of those balmy nights so sweet out of doors, which give an additional shade of gloom to dark-complexioned parlours, shutting out the moon and the stars, the night air and the dew.
They went silently and singly, one after the other, through the garden paths, hearing, without observing, the two different footsteps which came to the front door. If they were thinking, neither of them knew or could tell what she was thinking about, and they returned to the house without a word, only knowing how much more pleasant it was to be out here in the musical and breathing darkness, than to be shut closely within the solemn enclosure of the best room. But there, by the table where Marian had maliciously laid his paper, was the stately appearance of Mr Endicott, holding high his abstracted head, while Harry Oswald, anxious, and yet hesitating, lingered at the door, eagerly on the watch for the light step of which he had so immediate a perception when it came.
Harry, who indeed had no great inducement to be much in love with himself, forgot himself altogether as his quick ear listened for the foot of Marian. Mr Endicott, on the contrary, added a loftier shape to his abstraction, by way of attracting and not expressing admiration. Unlucky Harry was in love with Marian; his intellectual cousin only aimed at making Marian in love with him. So a flitting changeable blush went and came upon the face of Marian. Her eyes, full of the sweet darkness and dew of the night, were dazzled by the lights, and would not look steadily at any one; yet a certain gleam of secret mischief and amusement in her face betrayed itself to Harry Oswald, though not at all to the unsuspicious American.
She took her seat very sedately at the table, and busied herself with her fancy-work. Mr Endicott sat opposite, looking at her; and Harry, a moving shadow in the dim room, hovered about, sitting and standing behind her chair. Besides these young people, Mr Atheling, Mr Foggo, and Mamma, were in the room, conversing among themselves, and taking very little notice of the other visitors.
Mamma was making a little frock, upon which she bestowed unusual pains, as it seemed; for no civility of Mr Endicott could gain any answer beyond a monosyllable from the virtuous and indignant mistress of the house. We read your leading papers in the States, but I have not met half-a-dozen people in England—actually not six individuals—who were in the frequent habit of seeing the Mississippi Gazette. Leave things in their proper place, Endicott. Agnes and Marian want something different from newspaper literature and leading articles. I choose to be judged by you. Marian glanced over her shoulder with saucy kindness.
Poor Harry was so glad of the glance, the smile, and the confidence, that he could have taken Endicott, who was the cause of it, to his very heart. In these days we have scarcely time to wait for books. It is not with us as it was in old times, when the soul lay fallow for a century, and then blossomed into its glorious epic, or drama, or song!
Our audience must perceive the visible march of mind, hour by hour and day by day. We are no longer concerned about mere physical commotions, elections, or debates, or votes of the Senate. As she listened to this, Agnes Atheling held her breath, and suspended her work unawares. Then this simple girl believed in everybody; she was rather inclined to suppose of Mr Endicott that he was a man of very exalted mind. Do you think it is, Mr Endicott? All the exciting scenes of life come to us only that we may describe and analyse them for the advantage of others.
A man of genius has no private life. Of what benefit is the keenness of his emotions if he makes no record of them? I present to my audience the scenes through which I travel.
I introduce the passengers on the road. Is it for the sake of these passengers? It is that my readers may be enabled, under all circumstances, to form a just realisation of me. That is the true vocation of a poet: he ought to be in himself the highest example of everything—joy, delight, suffering, remorse, and ruin—yes, I am bold enough to say, even crime. No man should be able to suppose that he can hide himself in an indescribable region of emotion where the poet cannot follow.
Shall murder be permitted to attain an experience beyond the reach of genius? Charlie came in, but not to punch the head of Mr Endicott. The big boy gloomed upon the dignified American, pushed Harry Oswald aside, and brought his two grammars to the table. To which complimentary saying Mr Endicott answered by a bow. He quite understood what Miss Marian meant! So Marian pleased both her admirers for once, for Harry Oswald laughed in secret triumph behind her chair. I begin to think you are quite settled now.
I never did any honour to my doctorship. I am as well content to throw physic to the dogs as any Macbeth in the world. The study of character, though it is so interesting a study, and so much pursued by superior minds, is not, as a general principle, at all liked by the objects of it.
If it were only for other countries, they might have a sense of shame! So far as a limited intelligence goes, they really appear to me to get on pretty well. He was quite prepared for a dashing republican denunciation, but this cool patronage stunned the humble politician—he did not comprehend it. They cannot tolerate a man who wants the English virtue of keeping his word; no honourable man will keep office with a traitor.
Mr Atheling was startled. Lord Winterbourne for himself is of no consequence to me. Do you remember old Aunt Bridget, William? We have not heard anything of her for many a day; she lived in an old house, half made of timber, and ruinous with ivy. I remember it very well; I thought it quite pretty when I was a girl. This was just upon the edge of a wood, and on a hill. There was a very fine view from it; all the spires, and domes, and towers looked beautiful with the morning sun upon them.
I suppose Aunt Bridget must still be living, William? I wonder why she took offence at us. What a pleasant place that would have been to take the children in summer! It was a very pretty place; I remember it so well. Agnes and Marian exchanged glances; this description was quite enough to set their young imaginations a-glow;—perhaps, for the sake of her old recollections, Mamma would like this better than the sea-side. Mamma smiled, and brightened, and shook her head.
They always wanted it. Yes, to be sure,—to him that hath shall be given,—it is the way of the world. The girls were talking to each other of this new imaginary paradise. Harry Oswald could not explain how it was, but he began immediately with all his skill to make a ridiculous picture of the old house, which was half made of timber, and ruinous with ivy: he could not make out why he listened with such a jealous pang to the very name of this Old Wood Lodge.
Mrs Atheling read the letter eagerly. Who could have persuaded her against us, William? You will go? In the mean time, however, it was time for the respectable man of business to be on his way to his office. His wife brushed his hat with gravity, thinking upon his words. The old old woman who was gone, had left no responsibility behind her; but these children! Throughout the day he had all the miscellaneous occupations which generally fall to the lot of the youngest clerk.
Charlie said nothing about it to any one, but went in at these ponderous tomes in the morning. They were frightfully tough reading, and he was not given to literature; he shook his great fist at them, his natural enemies, and went in and conquered. It was nine now, and the long morning began to merge into the ordinary day; but the girls arrested Mamma on the threshold of her daily business to make eager inquiry about the Aunt Bridget, of whom, the only one among all their relatives, they knew little but the name.
They made her a present of it—at least the old lord did—and she lived there ever after. Now, my dears, let me go; do you see the people waiting? I assure you that is all. And that was all that could be learned about Aunt Bridget, save a few unimportant particulars gleaned from the long conversation concerning her, which the father and the mother, much moralising, fell into that night. These young people had the instinct of curiosity most healthily developed; they listened eagerly to every new particular—heard with emotion that she had once been a beauty, and incontinently wove a string of romances about the name of the aged and humble spinster; and then what a continual centre of fancy and inquiry was that Old Wood Lodge!
A few days passed, and Aunt Bridget began to fade from her temporary prominence in the household firmament. A more immediate interest possessed the mind of the family—the book was coming out! Prelusive little paragraphs in the papers, which these innocent people did not understand to be advertisements, warned the public of a new and original work of fiction by a new author, about to be brought out by Mr Burlington, and which was expected to make a sensation when it came.
Hope Hazlewood, a History —everybody concluded it was the most felicitous title in the world. The book was coming out, and great was the excitement of the household heart. The book came out! These Mr Burlington intended should be sent to influential friends: but the young author had no influential friends; so one copy was sent to Killiecrankie Lodge, to the utter amazement of Miss Willsie, and another was carefully despatched to an old friend in the country, who scarcely knew what literature was; then the family made a solemn pause, and waited.
What would everybody say? Saturday came, full of fate. They knew all the names of all those dread and magnificent guides of public opinion, the literary newspapers; and with an awed and trembling heart, the young author waited for their verdict. She was so young, however, and in reality so ignorant of what might be the real issue of this first step into the world, that Agnes had a certain pleasure in her trepidation, and, scarcely knowing what she expected, knew only that it was in the highest degree novel, amusing, and extraordinary that these sublime and lofty people should ever be tempted to notice her at all.
If the young adventurer had been a man, this would have been a solemn crisis, full of fate: it was even so to a woman, seeking her own independence; but Agnes Atheling was only a girl in the heart of her family, and, looking out with laughing eyes upon her fortune, smiled at fate. It is Saturday—yes, Saturday afternoon, slowly darkening towards the twilight.
Agnes and Marian at the window are eagerly looking out, Mamma glances over their bright heads with unmistakable impatience, Papa is palpably restless in his easy-chair. Here he comes on flying feet, that big messenger of fortune—crossing the whole breadth of Bellevue in two strides, with ever so many papers in his hands.
Agnes, too breathless to speak, makes neither guess nor answer—and here he comes! It is half dark, and scarcely possible to read these momentous papers. And Agnes begins to read aloud—reads a sentence or two, suddenly stops, laughs hurriedly. And now it is Marian who presses close to the window and reads aloud. The reading is received with delight and disappointment. Mrs Atheling is not quite pleased that the reviewer refuses entire perfection to Hope Hazlewood , but by-and-by even the good mother is reconciled. After a sweet treat of delicious tiny deserts and a quick coffee we were off to the next farm.
The second stud of the day was that of Rodolfo Lugaro the current Shorthorn President, who would become a vital member along the tour speaking on behalf of the farmers and ourselves, he became the tie that bound us. Rodolfo and his family only have fifteen pedigree shorthorns, they would like to increase to twenty-five as they only have enough acreage for this number.
Recently Rodolfo has changed his calving period because the calves have better growth rates through the autumn and the cows fair better. Rodolfo had tied up two of his impressive show animals that his children seemed at great ease with. Before leaving we indulged in yet another Uruguayan sweet treat that involved the abundant dolce de leche and a coffee before being swept off to the last farm of the day.
Our final stop of the day was the La Pangaresa stud. Hector Bove and his family had gone above and beyond showing us a fantastic welcome into his home for lunch. The grandchildren dressed in traditional outfits greeted us on the bus with dried flower bouquets before they escorted the bus down the flag decorated drive on their horses to the marquee.
Here the bombardment of food began with nibbles of chorizo, blood sausage, olives, cheese and emapanadas tiny cheese filled pasties , drinks continuously flowed as the salads and beef cooked on stakes in the garden surrounded by an open wood fire was served. I was intrigued to learn that the cull cows are not selected primarily on age or reproductive problems although these too play a small role, the main problem is teeth decay; too short and they cannot graze.
Frank Milnes trying Mate. We saw a good group of two and a half year old steers that had reached the desired kilo mark ready for slaughter. Well jump is perhaps the wrong word, hauled on aboard is probably a more apt description! After a great start to the tour with fabulous hospitality at every turn we headed to the Historical city of Colonia where we ended the night in the Sheraton Hotel bar. Today was a day set aside as a free day, a term that proved very difficult for our tour guide Jimena to grasp, often she would tell us that lunch or dinner was free when in fact she meant at our own expense!
The group began the morning with a tour of the historical city that is 40km from Buenos Aires separated by the River Plate. Originally founded in Colonia was the apple of discord between the Spanish and Portuguese as the town changed hands seven times between and The town is still beautifully preserved where you can watch the world go by over a beverage. Calle de los Suspiros is one of the many tranquil streets which is unchanged since the 18th century and is the most photographed in Uruguay.
After the tour we parted ways before reconvening back at the hotel where a slight language miscommunication caused problems for Charles Horton as one pizza turned into eight!! We were greeted by his daughter Ximena who helps with the management of the hectares that rears shorthorn cattle. The farm was founded in and the family started breeding pedigree shorthorns in the s. They have been dedicated to the breed ever since.
Most Uruguayan farms run one animal on 0. Easily pleased tourists!! First we ate lunch in the aptly named restaurant of Wolves before we were shown around the dilapidated industrial ruins. Typical Uruguay BBQ. In the British took over and introduced the first electricity in the country and refrigeration chambers which meant that the leftover meat from the oxo process could be utilized as corned beef and frozen products could be exported too. The factory created over 4, jobs and slaughtered nearly 3, cattle over two days every month. To work in the slaughter house was the highest paid job but the pay cheque was withheld if the employee did not visit a psychologist every month for those two days work.
Everything except the moo was used; the ears and tail went to create art brushes, the organs went into fertilizer, meat that was exported was shipped within two days and other parts could be refrigerated for up to two months. The factory owner preferred to employ people to work within areas they were used to, Russians and Polish employees worked in the fridge departments because they were assumed to be acclimatised to the cold but they could only work for twenty minutes then spend fifty minutes outside because of the ammonia.
Working in the factory was not exclusively a mans job. Swept back onto the bus we travelled further north to the town of Salto for a nights rest. Here the family own hectares and run Shorthorns as spring and autumn calvers. The family have been breeding Shorthorns for well over eighty-five years which have given this stud a great foundation. The herd is well uniformed and looked in great condition being reared on natural grazed grass.
We stayed at this farm for a fabulous lunch provided by the family as endless trays of chorizo sausage and pork were followed by the most delicious steak cooked traditionally on an open fire pit fuelled by wood. Some of the tour soon dropped off to sleep on the bus when we left in a delightful meat coma!
This is perhaps the only part of Uruguay that is not flat, the ground is quiet rocky and because of this the soil is also the poorest quality in the country. Juan owns 1, hectares and owns 1, stock cattle and his pedigree sheep combined but he also rents some of his land to a neighbouring Hereford breeder. This is a small pedigree herd which unfortunately has fallen hard to two mishaps; one by the AI inseminator who mixed the hereford and shorthorn straws up and secondly by the use of a bull that did not reach pedigree Shorthorn status. Ximena Detjen talks to the group.
Luckily Juan has several older Championship cows that he is reliant on to breed the next generations of pedigree stock. Nicolas and his wife own 2, hectares and run 1, non pedigree shorthorns on grazed grass through to finishing. Other enterprises include 3, sheep and they rent 1, hectares on another farm. Calves will be weaned at five months to give the cow relief through the winter. The followers weigh on average kilos, 1—2 year olds kilos and 3 year olds kilos plus. The landscape where these farms are located is vast and extremely deserted, except for the occasional vehicle that passes through.
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The km between each was empty which makes you wonder how the stock are ever accounted for. With the light disappearing quickly we all clambered back on board the pick up trucks that had to escort us down to the farm and headed back to the bus. That night we stayed in Tacuarembo. The following day we headed to see the Anguila Blanca stud who unfortunately because of the weather had moved a selection of their stock to the local cattle market because the tracks to the farm were far to wet to travel on. The Soares de Lima family have been breeding Shorthorns for over one hundred years and are amongst the first entries in the Uruguayan herd book which started in This is a very well family run farm that manages over 1, cows, three hundred of which are pedigree shorthorns the herd manager Marco talked us through the pedigree stock.
Amongst the selected animals on show were two of the herds sixteen year old cows that still looked fighting fit with great spirit, the longevity of these two was particularly impressive and a quality the farm admires. After the obligatory farm photograph we headed into the auctions social club for yet another delicious meat feast kindly supplied by Ricardo Juan Soares de Lima and family. On leaving the auction site we headed further North to Rivera which borders with Brazil, merely a road separates the two countries!
We ended the evening in the hotel Rivera Casino where some light entertainment ensued. Mario also introduced us to his staff members, who one could suggest are like extended family since most of the employees have worked on the farm in excess of twenty years, the newest member has been there for fifteen years and the oldest forty years. The Santa Maria stud have pedigree Shorthorns, commercial Shorthorns, 2, cattle overall, 2, Romney Marsh sheep and in the 3, hectare farm also started the cultivation of rice.
The farm runs a similar system to what we had previously seen, calves stay on their mothers for no more than six months, services take place between beef shorthorn. November and February with a second chance in July. The herd is in the most part naturally grazed across thirty three paddocks except for the special few that are shown or required for flushing, these animals receive ab lib grain on clover pasture.
The family have numerous accolades for their Championship winning herd of cattle and sheep which reinforces the quality of this prominent herd. On the odd occasion that a cow does struggle to get in calf and she is a pedigree animal they do persist to maintain the family line. But the shorthorns generally prove themselves in the long term as excellent breeders and can remain in the herd in excess of fourteen years of age. The family had decorated the old airplane hanger which used to be the form of transportation on to the farm for our lunch with all the show ribbons and flags of the delegates.
Once the entertainment had ceased we were ferried back to the bus which had got stuck in the mud turning around and had to be pulled out. Most of us took the opportunity that evening to say we had been in two places at once by straddling the Uruguayan-Brazil border before venturing further into Brazil for dinner. We were greeted by Octa, his wife and four children at the gates of the farm where his eldest daughter out shone her father with her excellent English greeting, and his four year old son rode like.
The summer has been extremely harsh here but the stock looked in good condition. Octa runs the cattle mainly on natural grazed grass but finishes them on cultivated soya, rye and clover pastures for the final five months. Once we had viewed the cattle Octa had set up a little bit of fun in the form of a judging day which was a pleasant surprise. The judges had five pens of five bulls to pick the best bull from, this bull was then put forward to the final five where both adults and children could have a go at placing and reason giving.
What a relief that most of the judges seemed on the same page! We then sat down for a tasty lamb lunch which was cooked on open racks where the beautiful undulating countryside stretched out uninterrupted as far as the eyes could see. The fields were full of red, white and roan cattle but pictures could not do the view justice enough. Reluctantly we then stepped back on board our trusty bus for the tedious five hour journey to Florida where our nights rest was at San Pedro de Timote, an old monastery farm turned hotel.
This drink is the infusion of the leaves from the llex paraguianensis shrub of the holly family and drunk socially. The leaves are placed into a gourd cup with a silver straw called a bombilla and soaked in hot water. The effects are like that of caffeine making the drinkers feel more alert and less hungry and once begun the gourd may continue to circulate for hours as the group relax, chat and watch the world go by. Lunch was promptly served at where the group decided to thank our bus driver Marcelo and Jimena with a Auld Lang Syne send off before a swift exit to the farm of Bonifacio Nunez in the district of Rocha.
Unfortunately the treacherous roads meant that the expected two hour trek took four and a half hours and we arrived at the Laguna Merlin stud rather later than planned with the daylight fading. Bonifacio, who was introduced by our trusty Shorthorn translator Rodolfo as a living legend, and his staff quickly showed us the herd which is bred for the purpose of introducing Shorthorn genetics into commercial herds throughout the South-East of Uruguay. The Shorthorns vital traits are important for crossbreeding and the Laguna Merlin herd have been spreading the wealth of the breed for years.
With the light gone we were invited inside to enjoy some lovely pastries, tea, coffee and the illusive hot chocolate that some of the tour group had been craving. Before saying our good byes the tour felt that this was the ideal moment to say a proper farewell and many thanks to our fabulous tour mother Jimena who had certainly gone above and beyond the call of duty to make this tour a success.
She would be departing the next day as the conference commenced and would be sorely missed by all. The final destination for the next three nights of the tour would be Punte del Este a beach resort where the Atlantic Ocean meets the River Plate. Today was day one of the conference and the first day of glorious sunshine!
But the rain had ceased every time we viewed any cattle. This talk was based around the Dairy Shorthorns better calving index, lower maintenance cost, easy calving, good legs and feet and longevity. The day ended with a presentation to the key speakers and more importantly to Frank Milnes. Numerous delegates from different countries showed their respect and admiration for the work and commitment that Frank had shown throughout his service to the Shorthorn breed worldwide.
Frank was left speechless perhaps for the first time ever and his calm and collected demeanour cracked at the kind words of praise, he will be sorely missed. Well today was certainly bitter sweet as it was the last day of the tour where we will have to say a sad farewell to some fabulous new friends and a beautifully quiet and untouched country, that I would certainly recommend to any traveller.
But first the conference topics of the day revolved around the beef sector with key speakers focusing on new technologies for cattle breeding, trials results from a 7, cow research station in Nebraska where over the years they have evaluated 37 breeds and Dr Jorge Bonino promoted the quality and traceability of Uruguayan beef. This has been a very successful Shorthorn conference in Uruguay and the breed definitely has a strong future here.
The breeds traits of fantastic fertility, economical grazers with good growth rates and above all great mobility are key to the breeds bright future. The cattle we have seen have been moderate in size, compact clean fleshed with phenomenal legs and feet. I have no doubt that the use of Shorthorn genetics is on the increase not only in this country but world wide.
We just have to battle through all the red tape and guidelines surrounding importing genetics, as Uruguay is currently forbidden to import from the UK, a rule which I hope is being revised. The Beef and Dairy Shorthorns are definitely the breed of tomorrow in an increasingly difficult market. Economical production is the solid foundation on which the highly functional Shorthorn breed was built and will thrive.
I am sure that I speak for the entire tour group when I say that we cannot express enough gratitude to the people who made this trip possible. All the host farms and families who welcomed us with open arms we hope that if you ever venture to our part of the world we can repay the kindness. Special thanks go out to Rodolfo, your English was a blessing, and Mario, you both must have worked tirelessly to organise this tour with the help of the other committee members Pedro Scandroglio, Augustin Danboriarena, Octacilio Echenayusia and Marcelo Salvino Sellera you all kept us entertained along the way.
Not forgetting Jimena who determinedly lead us around the country and catered to our every whim, we know we were not an easy bunch to organise! Words do not do the experience any justice. Thank You. The World Shorthorn Conference is a fantastic way to see parts of the world that you may not have thought of travelling to whist incorporating your passion for farming. Uruguay is certainly a country that many tourists do not reach which gives the land a real sense of being untarnished.
The emptiness of the countryside gives to a sense of time to spare in the people and this embroils the country with such a special charm. Good luck Australia in I hope to see you all there! Rachael Madeley. The perfect treat for two, they are delicious joints of beef you know and love, just smaller! Visit www. Having had 3 male calvings hoping for a heifer next year! Ian farms in partnership with his parents at Breakheart Hill Farm. As a newcomer to the breed, he was surprised to find his herd are enjoying an early success. There is a separate award for each of ten UK breeds.
Sixteen years ago, Ian joined the family farm working alongside his parents on their acre outdoor pig unit. In , the farm diversified, adding a 12, free range hen laying unit, which required 30 of the acres to be put down to permanent pasture. Utilising this 30 acres, Ian decided to start a new cattle enterprise and a few commercial stores were bought in. I believe it is necessary for livestock producers to promote breeds that do well off forage. He purchased two more animals at the Skipton sale the same year, including an in-calf cow from Podehole and a Maiden heifer from the Highlee Herd.
The Breakheart herd has been performance recorded from the outset and Ian had in mind the performance figures behind the breeding when making these early purchases. The following year, Ian went to the Tofts herd at Kelso and purchased three more cows with calves at foot, two maiden heifers and a five-year-old stock bull, Tofts Winner, bred by James Playfair.
The pedigree herd now has 22 Shorthorn females, including heifers. The last of the pigs went this year and the final section of the farm has been reseeded. His aim is to produce a good pedigree herd and build a reputation for breeding quality bulls and heifers. By breeding his own female replacements, he aims to build the herd to 40 females. I want my Shorthorns to have good sound structure with figures to suit. To complement the related females in the herd, Ian makes use of artificial insemination to provide some different bloodlines, always selecting proven bulls with good figures.
This is providing useful genetic diversity within the herd. Ian aims to build his reputation through word of mouth and attending sales when he has the right animals to put forward and time allows. Scott Taylor, Barnaigh. Within the first 14 months of launch, over 1, cattle from 60 herds have been classified and we have an existing waiting list of herds.
Following presentations by Frank Milnes and chief classifier, Meurig James, visitors had the opportunity to find out for themselves how cows are classified with a demonstration on the yard. Linear classification is a voluntary initiative available for take up by all members, free of charge. Linear classification — why and what for Beef Shorthorn breeders have made huge strides in the last two decades in developing an animal which meets the current insatiable demand for a functional suckler cow by using Breedplan data as well as their eyes and ears in their selection procedures.
Linear classification is an additional tool in the box that brings instant benefits. Believed to be the most comprehensive of its kind offered by any beef breed society, Beef Shorthorn linear classification is designed to identify females with strong maternal traits and good structural soundness. Quotes from the day…………. Linear assessment provides independent evidence that mothers are structurally correct, so this is a useful management tool when looking at progeny. Linear classification will help all breeders to identify correct dams of bulls for breeding and continue to develop the herd book; we need to encourage them to select for strong maternal phenotypic traits — good legs, stature and udders.
We want to breed Beef Shorthorn cows that last. Breeders carrying out whole herd classification can immediately identify the strongest bloodlines to select from, which in turn enables them to accelerate progress within their breeding programmes and offer an improved functional suckler cow.
Whilst my selection decisions are influenced by Breedplan data, I still judge by eye and it starts at birth. We want to keep a small quality herd — we own just four cows and six heifers, and we believe linear classification will help us to select the right animals to breed from. We do sell some young bulls, so this new tool should help us to select from the best dams.
Linear classification has introduced an independent pair of eyes to our herd, and a new benchmark against the breed as a whole. We found the process to be very straight forward and it confirmed to us what we thought, however it was the independent view that counted. Beef Shorthorn breeders can in future take a leaf out of dairy producers books.
These farmers who are driven by AI, make informed selection criteria using production and classification data without ever seeing the bull. In fact, the opportunity for our breeders to take up linear classification has led me to firmly believe that future demand for Beef Shorthorn bulls will lie in those out of dams classified VG or Excellent. Established and proven maternal bloodlines. Founded on Tradition, Focused on the Future The beef is aged for 21 days and proudly holds the Beef Shorthorn Society logo on its packaging, now available in Morrisons stores across the UK.
We need your help As we develop the breed programme, we ask all breeders to ensure that all calves are registered with named sires on passports to ensure that breeders are eligible for rightful premiums when cattle are sold as stores. As a business we will be moving to registered sire bonuses by Summer and to solely registered sires by Become a supplier As we grow the Beef Shorthorn scheme, we are actively seeking new farmers to join our producer group. Declaration forms and information packs can be obtained from the Beef Shorthorn website, our website www. In September, Morrisons rolled out the first ever supermarket Shorthorn Beef brand with a full range of steaks, salmon-cut and topside joints available in over stores UK-wide.
All Shorthorn Beef packaging carries the breed logo. The supermarket is currently sourcing between and cattle per week. The beef delivers unequalled eating quality and is managed carefully though our own meat processing company, Woodhead Bros. They wanted breeds which would not only be efficient meat producers but would also fit into the environment at Hallsford Farm, Haggbeck in north Cumbria. As an accountant with a background in industry, Andrew researched breeds which would not only be efficient but produce a quality end product which they could market at food fairs and farmers markets, after processing in their onfarm butchery.
The Tomkins farm acres, running a herd of 30 pedigree Beef Shorthorn breeding females plus followers and Llanwenog sheep, some of which are bred to the Charollais. Andrew looks after the farming side of the operation with the help of a full time man while Helen runs the marketing of the beef and lamb. They also employ two butchers. Their own Hallsford Beef Shorthorn herd has evolved by running a closed herd with foundation females from Glenisla and Dunsyre as well as Marfen and the focus being on selective culling and breeding through stock bulls and AI.
Good length, a very correct back, good locomotion and a priority is temperament. If we detect any animal with a bad temperament it goes for burgers! Three very different types of stock bulls currently used have been home bred. In contrast, Hallsford Gauntlet has massive growth rates and size, producing roan calves. The three year old bull is by home bred Hallsford Dominic. The Tomkins had the sale leader at 4,gns at the February society sale in Carlisle with Hallsford Grenade, a two year old red and white bull by AI bull Dunsyre Cavalier. In the years since they have been involved with the Beef Shorthorn, the breed has developed with relatively few herds in the UK to what is now an increasingly popular breed producing a top end quality produce, but with a lower cost base, which supermarket Morrisons has taken a big interest in and is marketing through its stores.
Wd want the right level of fat cover on the carcases. Steers, third rate heifers and any bulls which do not make the grade for breeding are taken through to finishing. The Tomkins want to breed females with very correct udders and pencil teats to help the calves latch on. Shorthorns are generally very good mothers and Hallsford females are bred for their milkiness. To meet the retail sale requirements, some store cattle are bought in at eight to 12 months old, either privately or through the ring, although demand for the Beef Shorthorn has been driving up store prices.
The cattle are finished from 21 months onwards. A move is being made towards concentrating again on May calving to help minimise any risk of disease and be more cost-effective, yet still providing a year-round supply of finished beef. There is a need for additional feed throughout the winter for the heifers and store cattle. The farm is on glacial clay and is gently sloping to the south in a microclimate created by the Lyne Valley and the Solway Firth and, while it is on the boundary of dairying country and all the land is ploughable and could grow barley, the Tomkins are choosing to make the most of their grassland and using red clover mixes in their re-seeds.
The aim is to have an income both from breeding bulls and females as well as from the direct meat sales - www. It is also good to see the beef through to the finished product and the reaction from consumers. It give us confidence that the bull we are using and the cattle we are producing are providing the right quality carcase. We can see the improvements. It is very satisfying. Half are now bred to the Charollais. Both lamb and mutton are all sold through the farm retail business. Hallsford Farm, Hethersgill, Carlisle, Cumbria. CA6 6JD andrew hallsfordshorthorns. My parents PJ and Carmel bought their first Shorthorn heifer in at the Moyglare dispersal sale and they also bought a heifer in the same year from Ballingarrane Estate.
They are also a very docile breed and easy to work with. We are very in the process of choosing genetics we use mainly foreign bulls from U. The Kelly family commenced showing shortly after the establishment of the Ricketstown Herd and scooped the RDS Champion of Champion Awards seven times in total and were the only herd ever to win all of the cups in , claiming Tullamore Supreme Champion title for a whopping seven times and Reserve Champion numerous times. The Ricketstown Herd exhibited at a total seven shows during the Summer of , taking home top honours five times and the Reserve Champion title at three shows.
Scooping the AllIreland Shorthorn, two-year-old heifer class title in Mullingar. The most recent venture for the Ricketstown Herd, was the exhibition of a total of five pedigree Shorthorn cattle at Tullamore Show. Podehole Elite, a Trojan son carries on from the glorious success of his father, who was Interbreed Champion at Yorkshire and Highland Shows back in Trojan has been renowned for siring bulls that have topped sales, securing bids of 14, gns. He was deemed first prizewinning senior bull and sold for 6, gns. Ricketstown Shorthorns are members of the Irish Beef Shorthorn Society since and also offer animals for sale at the Annual Show and sales hosted by the Society.
He was exported to a pedigree breeder in the UK. On top of this ,we have exported five bulls to the UK in the past two years. For Martin, the highlight for him since commencing farming with Shorthorn cattle was selling a bull in, as his Grandfather brought over a bull to the same sale in and it was something that he always wanted to do.
Supreme Shorthorn Exhibit Adelaide Royal. Elliot Matrix, Senior Herd Sire. Millerston Beef Shorthorn Quiet, easy calved, plenty of milk to rear a calf each year and great foragers. Ask Jack Ramsay to sum up Beef Shorthorn and he responds in one sentence. We farm in a heavy clay area with high annual rainfall, so during the six month winter housed period the breeding females thrive on a diet of silage supplemented with minerals. Beef Shorthorn arrived to Millerston by accident in the mid s. The Highlanders were gradually replaced by Beef Shorthorns and they started to fulfil the new challenge I was seeking.
Jack took the bull by the horns when in he made his first on-line purchase, without inspection, of the eight month old Wenmar Topnotch for 1,gns. Podehole Beefeater was secured in partnership with the Wenmar herd for 14,gns, the then highest price in the UK since He was a big, upstanding bull, full of character and beef with a great disposition and he left a string of outstanding heifers, most of which were retained. Our current herd sire, Meonhill Charlie Chaplin is very modern with great legs, feet and muscle to spare.
The first crop of bulls is scheduled for Stirling next February. Jack is particularly proud of winning the progeny pair class at the Royal Highland twice in the last three years. And at Perth and Stirling sales the herd has achieved three female championships and the supreme male title once. Herd health is also priority. Millerston is a member of a CHeCS approved scheme. Breeding functional, fertile, healthy, moderate framed, performance, productive and profitable to keep suckler cows from a grass and forage system in the Cheviot Hills.
Instead, it requires a holistic ecosystems approach that takes into consideration the complete crop and livestock environment and its complex interactions with the landscape and beyond. Darnalls Hall Farm, Weston, Baldock, Hertfordshire Fact file: 2, acres arable acres permanent pasture and woods cow commercial Beef Shorthorn suckler herd Variable soil type: chalky to boulder clay look after themselves and go on to achieve above average performance.
We wanted to breed better replacements, so next up was introducing a Beef Shorthorn bull, we found the genetics seemed to fit and since then the herd has become progressively pure. Each cow will make a big effort to look after her calves and enable it to suck if necessary. We get involved in say one in 30 calvings, however the vast majority will calve on their own providing we get that body condition score right and that is enabled by our winter management regime which enables the cows to stay lean until calving commences in March.
The herd is overwintered from mid-December onwards in open air corals bedded with woodchip and straw and fed home-grown red clover rich silage. When we set stocked heavy rain water used to rush off the land, whereas mob grazing has enabled a mat of grass and subsoil life to develop and the water is now absorbed. Poaching on heavier land has also been reduced. Steers along with heifers not retained for replacement purposes, are sold through Thame market as strong stores after their second grazing season, at 18 months of age and averaging kg to kgs. In the meantime, this regime improves cash flow and proves to be more cost effective.
Whilst they used to calve at 2. We have a story, we have a native breed brand and we have a high quality product. Simon Farmer. Fact file: acres inc: acres arable contract farmed, acres grassland, majority permanent pasture. At the time, the unit comprised of five separate holdings with no infrastructure or steading. Grassland improvement including over seeding the ridge and furrow The Journal takes a look at the accommodation which was designed by Anthony Lowther and Vic Wheeler, a local livestock buildings specialist with various bespoke modifications made by Simon Farmer.
Each shed incorporates a central feed passage, loafing and lying areas. Pre cast concrete wall panelling rises to animal height. Roof: the single span sheds rising to 8. Water troughs: located outside the lying area prevent moisture build up from spillage. Handling facilities: a three way shedding system has been designed to enable quick dispersal and aid flow, a return race with footbath adjacent to the main squeeze crush, and loading pens.
LED lighting is evenly distributed throughout the sheds. Handling facilities within the maternity pens: a hinged hurdle enables easy handling of any female requiring intervention. Floors: Each shed has a floor slope of 0. Lying areas are filled cm deep with unrefined chalk and rolled in. Home grown chopped straw, blown in, will be used for bedding. Hexagonal grooved concrete flooring is designed to reduce slip to a minimum and improve overall comfort. Water collection: rainwater is collected from each shed roof in to a main ditch system. Main pipes have been tucked in to the shed to prevent accidental damage from passing vehicles and cattle.
The system, together with yard water drains in to a , litre tank and pumped out using a field irrigation system. Bull pens: each 3m x 3m lying area comprises a base of cm deep unrefined chalk, filled with cm deep woodchip which is picked daily. Woodchip was preferred over sand for better drainage. WR15 8QN www. Seeking to improve and enhance the strength of our Beef Shorthorns here at Woodstock Bower Farm, we have focused on selecting genetics from the very best sires and dams which have proved themselves in their home markets worldwide. Through our research we have established contacts and partnership agreements, and can now offer Beef Shorthorn genetics from North America, Canada and Australia direct from centres here in the UK.
And we are joining Breedplan, another tool to help us select more carefully for commercial traits and add value to the herd. Poor cow temperament was a real issue. This native breed has proved to deliver performance that clearly surpasses the Continental crosses on a financial basis for our holding, especially as the rearing and finishing costs are considerably lower. The entire herd with calves is wintered on sand dunes and its noticeable they graze individually rather than in gangs which prevents poaching.
We supplement with high dry matter grass silage and minerals and aim to keep them in condition score 3 throughout. Last season, we assisted three out of 70 calvings. For the final four months they are introduced to a homegrown silage, rolled oat mix plus shredded sugar beet. Steers are finished to kg to kg from 23 months and heifers, kg to kg from 21 months.
The higher value cuts are retailed through the farm shop to local customers as well as holiday makers. Sausages, burgers and kebabs are made on the premises, whilst the remaining lower value cuts are sold for catering purposes to selected island pubs and restaurants who use the Bodior Beef Shorthorn brand to introduce to their menus which in turn helps to promote farm shop sales. Bodior launched the farm shop and catering as a diversification enterprise three years ago.
Beef Shorthorn is currently ticking all the boxes for commercial suckler producers in Northern Ireland, according to Libby Clarke. With the average farm size in the province at just 36 acres and herd size less than 30 cows, Beef Shorthorn can outperform many Continental breeds on a lower input system.
For years we had been driven towards increasing the size of our farm business, and when we reviewed costs such as conacre we decided on a whole new strategy. We now focus on our Maralin Beef Shorthorns, and a small herd of pedigree Charolais running to up 60 head of cattle at any one time, the entire unit is more efficient. She says Beef Shorthorn are also a win win for her two daughters, year-old, Lucy and Kate, When calvings are trouble free, and calves are quick to suckle and prosper, there is a positive impact on costs such as veterinary and labour. The herd has been built up and maintained with our own female replacements since then, with new female genetics only being introduced as recently as I can achieve a decent price, and have built up a customer base who continually return to the Maralin herd for their new stock bull.
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Linear classification is the latest tool to be introduced to Maralin. The herd was classified in , resulting in five homebred cows either VG or Excellent. It is very rewarding to have bred cows that were classifying at Excelllent across the board, with heifers faring well to at VG Trips to the Royal Highland saw our homebred stock pick up rosettes with a young bull from the herd picking up reserve junior champion, and sold at the show to Orkney. Two years ago we re-introduced classes to Balmoral Show and now the breed has one of the biggest cattle entries.
Horatio was recently bought after Libby posted an online advert searching for a mature stock bull. I absolutely loved him as soon as I saw these, and was keen to acquire him as his breeding was just what I was looking for. Three more entries shared a 5,gns bid. Show Results. Visitors welcome appleton ywt. Stirling Bull Sales Prices Bulls-gns Nick and Annalain Barrett.
The buyer was J Hepburn, Hawick. Bred by JF Irving and Son,. Auctioneers: Harrison and Hetherington beef shorthorn. Bred from old pedigree families to meet the modern day market. Members the Hi Scheme Find a decentofimage, theHealth caption would be here. Thanks to all our past customers! Visitors are always welcome. Young Stock usually for sale off the farm. John Gibb - Catriona Gibb - fax: Nicholas Gibb - e: glenislashorthorns yahoo.
She was offered with her seven month old heifer, Wenmar Melody by Wenmar Hanley. Auctioneers: McCartneys. First to go was the 18 month old Sandley Hope and the second, the 16 month old Sandley Hester. Mr McMillan offered a draft of eight more entries including two in calf heifers at 5,gns. Three more entries from the Gibbs, this time by the 7,gns Flight Lieutenant of Upsall were amongst the sale leaders. Donald Biggar, Castle Douglas led his trade with two, two year old in calf entries by the 7,gns Stonehills X Factor. Willingham Jagersfontein 4,gns and male champion.
But thats not all. BT70 3JZ Mob: beef shorthorn timmyreid1 icloud. In the Upsall Herd won the Horrell salva for the second year running for the best heifers in the Northern Club Competition. Uppermill hat trick for Mohmar Beef Shorthorn Trophy The Uppermill Beef Shorthorn herd has been awarded the Mohmar Trophy for the third consecutive year for scoring the highest number of points across four major shows during the season.
The win is also a great boost for our stockman, Ian Rea as we go forward planning for next year. Three roan maidens from Mr Turton shared a 2,gns bid. Auctioneers: CCM. Bulls sold to a top price of gns for 1st prize winner Castlemount Arthur from D. D McDowell, Newtownards to A. Boyd, Cloughmills. Baird, Islandmagee. The Club would like to thank Mr Sam Coleman for giving up his time to judge our show and Ballymena Mart for hosting our event.
The champion of the show a Dunsyre Esquire son from Richard Henning selling at gns. A yearling maiden heifer from C and M Graham sold for gns. D McDowell. Our thanks to Richard Currie for judging our show. The ring was so full of impressive animals there was barely room to move. This was the engine room of beef breeding and what an impressive sight it was.
A truly impressive cow, carrying if anything just a touch too much condition, nevertheless she was impossible to pass by. There were potential prize-winners from first to last. The Great Yorkshire Show saw possibly the best display of Shorthorns I am ever likely to see gathered together in one place. Each class was filled with animals that were a credit to the breed and to the breeders.
The standard of stockmanship was exceptionally high and the breed does truly lie in very capable hands. The senior bull class whilst being the smallest class of the day, set the standard. Beautry Excalibur went on to be awarded the Male Championship. Moving particularly well for a mature bull, he showed just the right balance between finish and fitness. This bull shows tremendous stretch and style. The Junior Bull classes were split into two due to the high number of entries. Willingham Jabbah, bull with tremendous potential, was a very close second and was followed home by Sleightholme Rambler.
The Intermediate heifer class was as high in quality as the class before it. She went on to be Female Champion and Breed Champion. What a worthy winner. By Dingo of Upsall, she had length, flesh, wonderfully free movement and capped it off with a head of true Shorthorn breed character. She showed all the scope and stretch of the winner. As in the bulls, the junior heifer classes had to be split. Hursely Derrimut Fairy and Lowther Melody completed the first three. I would like to congratulate the whole Upsall team.
They were very worthy winners. Carey Coombs. GYS Housewives Choice The housewives choice is a competition where 6 members of the public are invited into the ring to judge both the cattle and the handlers in optional fancy dress and absolutely anything goes!! It was our 3rd year in a row that we won this competiiton. As you can see by the photograph the guys seem to be enjoying the cross dressing a little too much!! In house tag printing means fast turnaround of orders and flexibility.
Replacement tags ordered before 3pm will be on farm the following day. Nordic Star operates from Harrogate, with experienced staff able to help with orders and answer queries. As a lad he worked with Shorthorns when by the neck they tied them. These past 16 years spent at the helm Frank has been our chief. In charge of both Societies the dairy and the beef. On the Argentinian Pampas he even went by horse. Or hob nobbing with the hoy poloy and his best mate Princess Anne. Graham Bell.
Performance Recorded Bulls always available for sale, with a broad spectrum of genetics coming from cows served by 6 stocks bull and interesting AI programmes. We would like to thank all the purchasers of our stock who have joined the following herds: Kislingbury, Sheep Drove Organic Farms, Danderi, Bloomfield, Aylward, Caramba. Entered and placed first at 6 shows. Semen now available of Tofts Romany son, Meonhill Geronimo. SN8 8PF stanfordpark btinternet. Eionmor Royal Piper 22t - J Porter.
Best Pair, the progeny of 1 animal bred by exhibitor Millerston Jasper - s. The first class of twenty one junior heifers was very strong show.
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The second Junior class was led by Ballylinnery Daisy , a well balanced heifer. The third class heifers born in was very strong First prize went to Uppermill Blythsome Jana a good mover, evenly fleshed, second was Coldrochie Augusta Blossom H37, third to Uppermill Lovely Lotty. The cow class was very impressive first went to Podehole Rita Divine a very feminine front runner that narrowly beat Uppermill Gipsy Robyn with Podehole Gipsy Freesia third.
The Junior bull classes was the best I have seen, very impressive all the way through. Alvie Jacobite took my eye as he entered the ring and was my Junior Champion. Knockenjig Judge took second and third was Millerston Jasper. The bull sales will be very interesting because they will have all changed by then! Millerston Jester took the second bull class of twenty entries over Glenisla Jackpot, third was Galla Jonah.
The two year old bull class won by Coldrochie Hooligan an evenly fleshed good moving bull. Aberdona Hashtag and Langalbuinoch Zara were second and third. The senior bull class was of different types. Chapelton Ensign my first choice became my Overall Champion being evenly fleshed and a great walker. Uppermill Gladiator was a close second with Quoiggs Freud third.
I would like to thank the breeders and stockmen for their exemplary turnout of Shorthorns I have seen. Lastly I was asked whether it was hard to judge the large classes Beef Shorthorns and the answer is no because when you have great examples of cattle in front of you the job is enjoyable and therefore easy. Ian Neish. We welcome enquiries from new and established breeders. The Beef Shorthorn entries at The Royal Welsh show increase every year showing how popular the breed is getting throughout the country.
She was a cracking cow showing all the traits of what a good shorthorn cow should be, a great example of the breed. What a super heifer with a great future ahead of her. There were some super heifer classes with high quality throughout, some great cow makers. What a great show overall and a credit to the breeders.
Democrat of Upsall. Cow in calf or with calf at foot 1st Gilven Magic Harmony - s. Chapelton Clansman 1st Nevada Galia Francesca - s. Glenisla Zetor Mr A Haigh. Maiden Heifer born on or after 1 January 1st Waltham Jacky - s. Willingam Eva Broadhooks J - s. Fern Wyvis Mr A Haigh. Cow or calves heifer over 30 months on show day 1st Redhill Eva Broadhooks - s.
The champion with Gwen, who showed her in the championship and cwner Brenda Wear who led the other 1st prize winner but was beaten by Gwen!! Bull under 24 months on show day 1st Ashwater Jack - s. Calf under 6 months on show day 1st Ashwater Kylie Victoria - s. Judges Report: Firstly it was a pleasure to judge both the Angus as well as the Beef Shorthorns on what turned out to be a very wet morning at Frome. What was lovely to see so many young handlers present, putting on a good performance.
Although some of the Beef Shorthorn classes did not have many entries, those animals present were a credit to their exhibitors. Redhill Team in the lines, with 3 young helpers, 2 Brymore boys and Gwen Davies a Vet Student from University of Nottingham who had been learning the ropes in the previous week. Frank Moffatt. Glengloy Frigate The Hon. Turton 2nd Sleightholme Rubus - s.
LS Alpha J Patrick 5th. Heifer in milk or in-calf 1st Uppermill Secret Sandra Mr. The bull champion was a strong well fleshed thick bull the second place another well fleshed bull pushed him all the way. My first placed heifer was a strong free moving animal once again closely pushed by the very sweet heifer in second who just lost out on the power of the first. My second place was a heifer doing a fantastic job of raising her calf at foot.
Judges Report: It was a privilege to be asked to judge the shorthorns at the North Yorkshire Show where thanks to the exhibitors there as it was a great show of animals. Thanks must also go to the stewards for their assistance. Stanford Park Partnership S. Champion: Crymaid X of Upsall — Mr. Judges Report: After torrential rain the night before, show morning turned out to be sunny and fair. The show saw a quality entry of shorthorns forward with some good cattle right through the classes particularly in the females. The older bull class winner Meonhill Hells Angel was a very upstanding smart bull who went on to be Male Champion.
The first class for Maiden heifers born in was won by a smart well fleshed heifer Tollebury Fabulous which stood out in her class and went on to be reserve female champion. The two year old heifer class winner Meonhill Skjalin Pixie was a very correct, stylish and feminine heifer again standing out in a class of good heifers. The bull classes saw a smaller number of entries but the yearling bull class saw a well deserved win by Meonhill Jetstream, a well grown muscular bull who went on to win the Junior Interbreed Bull championship for his exhibitors LEP Farms.
Many thanks to all the exhibitors for turning out a good show of cattle to a high standard. It was a pleasure to judge the show. Sally Horrell. This year so far she was champ shorthorn at North Somerset and then supreme overall at the Spring festival. She is due to calf in October to Grafton Hubert. Last year she was also supreme at the Spring festival and champ female and res overall at the three counties also champion shorthorn at Pembroke County Show. Her next trip all being well is Royal Cornwall then three counties and the Rws. Overall champion, Glebedale Lancaster Georgina.
Chapelton Typhoon A Thompson. Bull born on or before 31 December 1st Tofts Wing Commander - s. Heifer calf under one year old on the day of the show 1st Smallburn Katie - s. Bull born prior to 1st August 1st Podehole Fenman - s. Cavans Yankee Y Glenrinners Farm. Bull born on or after 1st August 1st Todholes Kendoo - s.
Lowther Emblem P Smallburn Farms. Heifer born on or after 1st August 1st Smallburn Katie - s.