THE BADGER 



dogs, and even then would make an utter fool 

 of himself in his attempts to fight on every 

 occasion. He would, when he had lost a 

 badger, sulk and refuse to come out, and as 

 it was impossible to put in any other dog 

 while he was there, he had to be dug to and 

 drawn like a brock. Whilst at the end of a 

 day, when every other animal had had more 

 than enough, and was glad to get food and 

 rest, he was ready to hold me by the leg, 

 and it would take the tongs and a couple of 

 men to get his collar on. 



I have always had a great admiration for 

 the short-coated, hard, Scotch terrier, and 

 believe that they are admirably adapted for 

 this chase, but I have had no experience 

 of them. They seem cut out for it, being 

 hardy, the right size, sharp-tongued, and 

 amongst the most intelligent of the canine 

 race. I knew of one who went to Craig 

 Cluny in the edge of the Ballochbuie forest, 

 and spent some hours in a vain attempt 

 to dislodge a badger. He returned three 

 miles to the inn at Braemar and found 

 another terrier like himself; they trotted 



