FROM THE "SPECTATOR." 85 



my head bent, deeply thinking all the time 

 about other things than the way. I have 

 the instinct of locality. Most people going 

 into a dark room that they know are by mus- 

 cular sense guided exactly to the very spot 

 they wish ; so people who have the instinct 

 of locality may wander over a moor exactly 

 to the place they wish to reach without 

 thinking of where they go. There may be 

 no mental exercise connected with this. I 

 have known a lady of great intelligence who 

 would lose her way within half-a-mile of the 

 house she had lived in forty years. This 

 feeling about place belongs to that part of us 

 that we have in common with the lower 

 creatures. We need not postulate that the 

 animals ever show signs of possessing our 

 intelligence ; they possess, in common with 

 us, what is not intelligence, but instinct. 



A. J. MACKINTOSH. 



{Sept. 24, 1892.] 



WILL you allow me to record in the Spectator 

 " another dog story " ? It is one that testifies, 

 for the thousandth time, to canine sagacity, 



