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ALTHOUGH in the foregoing pages I have given fourteen chapters to what may well be called different varieties of the terrier, several of the race remain yet unrepresented, and without any reproach on the character of those already described, there are other terriers quite equal to such as are given precedence in the “Stud Book” and by me.

A few years ago an “Old English Terrier Club” was formed, and it sought to bring out of various country districts that hardy, hard-bitten game dog common thereto, and which was used for work. So far this club has done its work but moderately; a few good dogs were through it introduced, but too often the winner, in the special classes provided were either Airedale terriers or Welsh terriers, and a case has been known where a dog was by the judges given honours in both its own class as an Airedale terrier and in that for the so-called old English-variety, which is no variety at all.



Few sporting country districts are or were without their own special strain of terriers, in which appearance was of little object so long as gameness predominated. By gameness

I do not mean partiality to fighting and cat-killing, and standing being cut up piece-meal without flinching or whimpering, but killing vermin and going to ground after fox, or badger, or otter-wild animals, and tame, domesticated, and semi-tame creatures. I have seen a dog of great excellence and gameness in

street fight, which would run away and yelp when a big buck rat seized him by the nose. One harm dog shows have done, they have distracted attention from the hardy, intelligent, maybe cross-bred terrier, to what is generally a more effeminate creature, though maybe handsomer in markings and narrower in the chest. As a matter of fact, a really first-class dog for the show bench is far too valuable a creature to run any risk of being killed underground by a badger or by an earth or rock that might fall upon him.

Fancy a five hundred pound fox terrier running after Tommy Dobson's hounds over the mountains of Eskdale, or doing the rough work that is required of such dogs as the Robsons keep up in Northumberland! Every time such dogs as these go out they carry, as it were, “their lives in their hands." They

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