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certain shows, which, however, resulted only in the exhibition of white terriers of other strains.

Quite recently I had sent to me from different sources two photographs of the real Roseneath terriers, and as they were so similar in type they were drawn by Arthur Wardle as reproduced on the adjoining page. The one was from Lady George Campbell, the other from Mr. Cumming Macdona, M.P. They are pretty little dogs, and although Pearl, in appearance, inclines to the toy type, she was described as very game and a most agreeable companion. The photograph sent by Mr. Macdona, which is on the left, was of his bitch Pearl, which flourished about 1863, and was direct from Mr. Clark’s strain, though bred by Mr. Maitland, of lnverary. Lady Campbell’s dog, of a later period (1872—82), described in most eulogistic terms, came direct from Roseneath, and the old strain, Lady Campbell says, has since “been lost or swallowed up in others; they were about 10lb. in weight, mostly pale fawn or' cream colour, occasiOnally light silver grey with black points, the latter being the colour of the dog illustrated.” I am not aware that portraits of the real Roseneath terrier have previously appeared, and so I think the drawings will be interesting, and also as they are representatives of an old race of the Skye terrier,



which many people would like to see resuscitated. However, to proceed to particulars of the Skye terrier of a more recent date.

I once owned a Skye terrier called Cloudy, a dark coloured almost black dog, which obtained considerable notoriety as a prize winner. He had a profuse and soft coat, and as much hair on his head as any Yorkshire terrier I ever saw. Beneath that hair, however, were hidden the head of a perfect terrier, and beautiful, almond-shaped dark eyes, beaming with intelligence; barring his soft coat, he was a dog of extraordinary excellence. Although he could barely see through the hair which hung down over his eyes he was a keen hunter, a splendid water dog, and in a fight or general turn-up the gamest of the game. As a fact, it was said that the dog had belonged to an old lady, who, becoming tired of what once had been a favourite, gave it to her servant, who transferred it, where her heart had already gone, to a barman dog fancier. He kept it for a bit; a time came when his master wished to try a fighting bull terrier, so he bought Cloudy for ten shillings to be practised upon. However, the tables were turned, for the Skye was a “ glutton ” at the work, and speedily chawed up the fighting dog, rendering it hors de combat in less than a quarter of an hour. Then Cloudy fell into better bands, was shown successfully, and ultimately purchased by the writer, who found the dog to have an extraordinary nose, and if not kept chained up he would hunt my footsteps through crowded streets, though I had gone on two hours before. This faculty of scent, Mr. Pratt tells me, was very marked in his strain, of which the following story may be interesting.

Mr. Pratt kept a number of Skye terriers, which it was his custom to take out for walking exercise in Hyde Park. During 1875 he had noticed that on many occasions some of his dogs picked up a strong hunt, which they usually carried to a brick drain which ran from the park into Kensington Gardens, but, being in the enclosed portion, he called them off. However, in the spring of the following year the dogs recommenced hunting keenly in the same locality, so one evening Mr. Pratt examined the place where they marked, and at once came to the conclusion that it was not the scent of a cat or rabbit his little favourites were having their fun with. Further inquiries elicited the intelligence that a constable and one of the park keepers had seen a curious creature creep into the drain, which Mr. Pratt knew from their description must be a badger.

For a time nothing was done, and Mr. Pratt was in hopes that the strange and solitary animal would

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