the more thoroughbred looking animal, and besides, on wet days he does not take so much dirt into the house. As to gameness, Jack is as good as his master, but by reason of the denser covering to his skin, the wire-haired terrier can stand the cold, inclement weather of our north country climate better than his cousin ; still, after all, a cross-bred dog is best for the really arduous work required with foxhounds hunting in a mountainous district, and with otter hounds.

Some old engravers and painters have given us portraits of wire-haired terriers, black and tan, blue grizzle and tan, pepper and salt, and of various shades in red and fawn and yellow, as well as of the present time orthodox white and marked with fawn, or black and tan. Modern fancy has developed the black and tan into a new variety, whilst the others, of whole colour, equally useful in every way, have, except in a few instances alluded to later on, gone to the wall. In various districts of North Durham and Yorkshire the wire-haired terriers appear to have been produced in greatest numbers, but Devonshire also had them in the form they were wont to be used by the Rev. John Russell, a name so familiar to every sportsman throughout the many countries where the English language is spoken. The late “Robin Hood,"



the Field's well-known coursing correspondent, told me that even in Nottingham, supposed to be the home of the smooth variety, the “wire-hairs were common enough when he was a boy, which would be about sixty years ago. And how visions of his early sporting days rushed before him when he told me of a terrier he had owned with an extraordinarily long head, which had come from the Quorn when Sir Richard Sutton was the master. This dog was in every sense a pattern of the best we see to-day, 181b. weight, hard-coated, strong-jawed, possessing the

time the ferocity of the tiger " when cats were about, and the “gentleness of the dove" in the presence of his genial owner. Mr. C. M. Browne (“Robin Hood ") believed that a majority of the Midland counties strains of wirehaired terriers rose from this dog, which became the property of Mr. T. Wootton, who certainly had some very good ones about thirty years later.

No further proof of the gameness of the modern wire-haired terrier need be adduced than described in the columns of the Field some time ago, in connection with the local otter hounds, which were hunting the river Lune, near Hornby. An otter had been marked in a tile drain, an ordinary drain pipe indeed, and to drive him one of the hunt's


terriers went to ground. There was no side drain to allow him to get behind the otter, and of course to draw Master Lutra badger fashion was impossible. However, in the end the otter was, if not actually drawn, fairly driven out of his stronghold, the plucky little terrier having actually fought his way underneath or over his enemy, and when once behind him, made the drain so uncomfortable, that the roughand-ready notice of ejectment was acted upon. A fine otter dashed out of the drain's mouth, followed immediately by Turk, sadly bitten and bedraggled, but by no means seriously injured. This terrier, though the huntsman could give no pedigree with him, was in appearance of fashionable blood-a good-looking little fellow, about 15lb. in weight, and handsome enough to win a prize on the show bench, which he has done. Bobby Troughton, who was so long the popular and able huntsman to the Kendal Otter Hounds, says Turk was the gamest and hardest terrier he ever possessed—surely a glowing testimonial for a modern show animal.

I was introduced to another particularly game wire - haired terrier some years ago, whilst on a visit to a friend at Watford. This dog, Jack (Powderham Jack in the Stud Books), running about the house blind and terribly scarred, evidently being a favourite with his owner, the late Mr.

W. H. B. Schreiber, I inquired the history of his wounds, and this was as follows : When six years old, one day in November, Jack was put into a badger earth about 12 o'clock, and as he did not stay very long in one place, seemingly hustling the badger about underground, a bitch was sent in to assist him, with the idea that she might corner the game. As it happened, there were two badgers in the earth, the bitch finding one of them not far underground, and near to where a trench was being dug. This badger, however, shifted his position, and when the bitch came out of the earth nothing for a time could be detected of the old dog. Then he was heard " baying " a long way in the earth, but as evening approached, and it began to grow dark, all was quite quiet again.

Assistance was obtained from the neighbouring village in order that Jack should be reached if possible, and just as a relay of diggers arrived the terrier was faintly heard not far from one of the openings, and here he was found, so terribly exhausted as to be almost incapable of crawling out. He had been underground for six and a half hours, and was, of course, severely bitten and torn. The nature of his injuries was not, however, discovered till next day, when, having been taken home, surgical assistance was called in. The veterinarian gave

little hopes of recovery, as Jack was so terribly punished through the lower jaw, it being likened to a sieve, so full of open wounds was it, made by the badger's claws. The game dog had made himself a great favourite ; he was carefully nursed and well cared for; during three weeks some one sat up with him nightly, and he was fed at intervals with beef tea, &.c., administered by the aid of a spoon held far down below the tongue, as anything given in the usual

way flowed out through the holes the badger had caused. In due course Jack recovered, but one of his eyes had been bitten through, and the sight of the other went, either through “sympathy” or by the carbolic acid used in dressing the wounds, which for a long time had seemed likely to mortify.

Now comes the extraordinary part of the story. The next day Mr. Schreiber was not able to revisit the earths, which had been duly blocked and stopped with faggots. On the second day he returned ; a terrier at once went to ground and marked; spades were requisitioned, and in due course the end of the earth was reached. Here a female badger was found dead and cold; her companion whiist fighting with the terrier was captured. The badger which Jack had doubtless killed weighed 261b., and on being skinned every bone in her chest and all her ribs were found to be broken, though she showed no outer

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