when they caught sight of Mr. Foxhound, when full cry and in at him they dashed; he turned tail and ran into the shop, jumping right into a bin nearly full of flour, that would hold about two sacks, the varmints jumping in after him, when such a dust and scuffle ensued it is impossible to imagine. No smoke was ever so dense, and when all was quiet (which was not soon), and the dogs got out into the street, such a lot of sorry-looking rascals I never saw. These Marbury Hall terriers are now extinct." There are, perhaps, some other strains of terriers with reputations, whose names have not reached me, and which might be considered worth notice here, but, so far as I can make out, there are none besides those already alluded to, producing progeny so far true to type as to entitle them to a position as a variety of their own. I may have written and quoted too freely about these working terriers whose names do not appear in the Stud books; my excuse for so doing is the admiration I bear for them and because I wish to do my best towards perpetuating such strains as are most useful for the duties terriers were originally brought into the world to perform. THE END. |