have to kennel with hounds who might worry them, live on rough but homely fare, swim through wet drains, or go to ground in huge fox earths from which they may never see the light of heaven again. There is the danger of receiving fatal wounds from their game of fox or otter, sweetmart or foulmart, any of which may tear up a nose or split an ear, and finish the recipient of such an injury so far as the show-bench would be concerned.

There are terriers which I have already described kept for the latter alone, and no doubt many of them are game enough, but for wild, rough work of hunting in its various forms, other terriers are required as assistants to the hounds, and such of them as I know shall come under the heading of this chapter. And note at the outset that I believe that the terriers of which I am about to write have far hardier constitutions, and are stronger physically than their more fashionable cousins. I have had prize fox terriers of my own, about as good and game as ever were made, properly trained, and entered and kennelled with hounds. Such would go to ground and do all that was required of them, but after a long day they required carrying home, when the so-called "mongrels” were trudging away at the tails of the hounds. They have heart enough, and the inclination, but the physical strength is deficient.

There is or was no particular range or locality for these working terriers ; they extended from Northumberland in the north, to Devonshire in the west, and were to be met with in almost every intermediate county.

Away in Devonshire the Rev. John Russell possessed some almost entirely white, hard-jacketed little fellows, whose good qualities are not yet

for. gotten.

Then in far distant Yorkshire we had another terrier, equally game and better looking, and from which has sprung the rough-coated fox terrier now so numerous at our leading dog shows. Wherever hunting the fox, the badger, or the otter was followed these good terriers were found, and perhaps, with the two exceptions named and a few others, such were black and tan, yellow or red of various shades, or pepper and salt. Many of them had some white on their breasts, a white foot or two, and a dash of the same between the black nose and the dark, piercing little eyes was not uncommon. Such dogs varied in size, but were usually less than 20lb. in weight, and if well trained and entered, proved admirable hands at destroying vermin. Some of them were fawn or red, others pepper and salt.

Old Will Norris, for fifty years or more a noted earth-stopper connected with the East Kent hounds, had a terrier which, to judge


from an engraving in the Sporting Magazine about 1833, was an exact counterpart of some of those shown not long ago by Mr. C. H. Beck, Dr. Edwardes-Ker, Mr. Ashwen, and others as Welsh terriers. Yet his was purely a local strain, that would well have been worth preserving.

One has distinct recollections of various strains of terriers, not show dogs, but animals kept as companions, and trained to hunt and do the work intended for them. Such had always good legs and feet and strong constitutions, the latter not a sine quâ non in the champions of the present

The north of England was usually prolific in producing terriers; the working artisans in the manufacturing centres owned them; the masters of hounds who hunted the foxes on the hills and mountains, where horses could not follow, and only few men, always required a creeping terrier," that would bolt a fox or worry him in the hole if he refused to face the open. Some had a dash of bull terrier blood in them, others had not. Of the former was a well-known dog called Tory, about 221b. weight, with ears cropped. He was all white, had a hard, wiry coat, narrow in front, possessed of good legs and feet, and built somewhat on racing lines. The latter

gave him such pace, and he was so good a killer, that he often ran far into a stake for

whippets, which were nothing else but miniature greyhounds. Tory was a poacher's dog; he could drive hares into the nets at night, and be useful with the ferrets in the daytime ; moreover, as a killer of vermin and cats unequalled, he was always in request when the “mart-hunters” required assistance to their fox and otter hounds. He was quiet and good-tempered, but when roused could fight with, and more than hold his own against, any quarrelsome collie in the district. The last of his strain was Tory—where he came from I know notbut as a workman no better dog ever lived.

About the same period, or a little later, a sporting stonemason had a little terrier, not more than 6lb. in weight, a cross-bred one, with a longish coat, and not the slightest sign of the Yorkshire toy about her, which was a perfect wonder. As the fellow said, “ killing a score of rats was a little holiday to her,'' she would buckle a fox, and her love for creeping was an actual nuisance, for if she ever saw an open drain or sewer, ferret-like she would give herself a shake, and immediately disappear on an exploration sub-terrestrial. The only other bona fide toy I ever knew—that is, a dog under 6lb. weight that loved creeping—was a little yellow bitch, which went with the Stockton otter hounds some dozen years or so ago. This was a game little creature, but, un

fortunately, excitement with hounds, and a “mark" at some holt, repeatedly brought on a fit, which quite spoiled the pleasure of seeing her good work. Amongst other notable terriers was one of my own earliest possessions, that was peculiar only so in appearance. He was a chesnut in colour, darker on the back, and shading down to tan on the legs and sides; his nose, too, was of the same hue, and his eyes formed an exact match. Handsomeness was not his characteristic. Then we called him a Scotch terrier, now his coat would have been plucked to make him eligible for the Welsh terrier class. His accomplishments were many, for, in addition to leaping through hoops, sitting up, and walking on his hind legs, he could retrieve fur and feather well and quickly. In the field, either above or under ground, he would do all required of a terrier, and, as a rat hunter at the water's edge, he had few superiors ; and a big, strong rat in the river or canal affords sport—well, certainly of a higher class than pigeon shooting and rabbit coursing with fox terriers.

A little hard-coated, dirty-coloured fawn bitch, about 161b. weight, of the common strain the writer possessed, showed a wonderful nose (we broke them to trail hunting when about six months old), and at seven she would run the scent of a rabbit skin a couple of miles and beat all competitors. Unfortu

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