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heard Jopson crack.” Well, what kind of a dog was it that 
watched by the dead body by the tarn all those weeks?” “It was 
a lile brown yallow spaniel dog,” said he, “kind of a lapdog mak.” 
“\ cocker spaniel?” said I. “No, noa; a lile bit tarrier—fancy 
dog, ye kna, that’s what it was.” And so the secret was out. 
“Spaniel” in Cumbrian vernacular meant a lapdog, and the 
addition of the word ‘‘cocker” was a needless addition to the 
word spaniel, as spoken of to William Pearson of Borderside in 
1822. My informant died the week after our talk. It was a 
happy chance that took me to his door. 
I could learn nothing of the white terrier that doubtless was 
shewn to admiring tourists at Grasmere, as the heroine of Helvellyn, 
but was much interested in hearing that there was still living at 
Crosby Garrett an old body, Betty W., who had been in service as 
nurse with Charles Gough’s brother Harry. ‘Through the kindness 
of the great-niece of the lost traveller, and her friend Mrs. T. of 
Kirkby Stephen, I was enabled to push enquiry of this old 
servant. 
Now in her ninety-sixth or ninety-seventh year, Betty asserted 
that she could remember well when she was a child a messenger 
coming with the sad news of Mr. Charles’ death, and of Mrs, 
Gough, the mother, weeping over her lost son. She remembered 
that a man named Thomas Brunskill went with Mr. H. Gough for 
the corpse andthe dog. Brunskill’s son only died last year. As to 
Mr. Charles Gough, she remembered that he used to come on visits 
at Crosby Garrett; that he was very fond of fishing and walking 
about ; that te had two dogs with him, one larger and smoother 
hatred and darker in colour than the other which she called ‘‘the 
Faithful one.” 
Old Betty said the Faithful one’s name was Foxey ; it was a 
small light-brown or tawny smooth-haired dog, not so large as the 
black and tan terrier the interviewer had with her. On another 
occasion she said ‘“‘it was a bonnie little thing, and she had nursed 
it many times when she was nursemaid at Mrs. Gough’s of Crosby 
Garrett.” Old Brunskill brought back from the funeral of Charles 
a plaid and the little dog, and she asserted that when it died, Brun- 
