THE BADGER 



breath. She was delighted to see me, and 

 with some trouble I liberated her, cut off her 

 eye, staunched her wounds, and did all I 

 could for her. She never even winced as I 

 cut away the eye, and as she lay in her bed 

 looked at me affectionately with her one eye 

 and wagged her tail. - The following day, 

 though she did not even whine, I saw she was 

 in terrible pain ; and as she was at this time 

 badly ruptured, and very lame owing to 

 a carriage accident some years before which 

 resulted in a broken thigh and a double 

 fracture above the hock, I had her shot, and 

 buried in a quiet corner of the orchard, with 

 the inscription on her headstone " Sit tibi 

 terra levis" 



The terriers I have found the best and 

 surest are amongst the Yorkshire breed of 

 hard, wire-haired fox-terriers, short in the leg 

 and strong headed. All my own have been 

 descended from a white, wire-haired terrier 

 called Fuss, the best bitch I ever had, and a 

 prize-winner. I bought her in 1870 or 1871 

 from a dealer called Wooton. She was bred 

 by a man called Jack Ridd. Worry was out of 



