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various rates of speed, and always to swim at the proper angle, 

 is most surprising.' 



As a confirmatory case, I may also quote an extract 

 from a letter sent me by Mr. Percival Fothergill. Writing 

 of a retriever which he has, he says : 



I have seen her spring overboard from our gangway 16 feet 

 from the water-line. The tides ran more than 5 knots, and she 

 invariably came down to a little wharf abreast the ship, and 

 gazed intently for small pieces of stick or straw, and having 

 thus ascertained the drift of the tide (did as you mention of 

 another dog), ran up tide and swam off. The sentry on the 

 forecastle always kept a look-out for the dog, and threw over 

 a line with a bowling knot, and she was hauled on board. 



But one day she was observed to wait an unusual time on 

 the wharf; no wood or straw gave her the required information. 

 After waiting some time, she lay down on the planks, and 

 dropped one paw into the water, and found by the feel which 

 way the tide ran, got up, and ran up stream as usual. 



Mr. Greorge Cook writes me that he recently had a 

 pointer, which one morning, when the grass was covered 

 with frost, dragged a mat out of his kennel, from which 

 he had got loose, to the lawn beneath the house windows, 

 where he was found lying upon the mat, which thus served 

 to protect him from the frost. The distance over which he 

 had dragged the mat for this purpose was about 100 yards. 

 Mr. Cook adds: 'I have since frequently seen him bring this 

 mat out of his kennel and lay it in the sunshine, shifting 

 it if a shadow came upon the place where he had laid it.' 



The following is sent me by the Eev. F. J. Penky. 

 He gives me the name of his friend the canon, but does 

 not give me express permission to publish it. In quoting 

 his account, therefore, I leave this name blank. He 

 says : 



The following is an instance of sagacity indeed, amount- 

 ing to reason in a dog, a French poodle that belonged to 

 Colonel Pearson (not the lately beleaguered colonel at Ekowe, 

 but a Colonel Pearson living some years ago at Lichfield). 



The circumstance happened to a friend of mine, Canon , 



rector of . I have the story from his own lips, but I huvs 



no permission for his name to be used in any publication, should 



