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looking and thoroughly up to their work. I well remember Nettle of 

 this breed. She was the granddam of Belvoir Joe, and a thorough 

 terrier, quite up to show form. Another of the same strain was Old 

 Vic, whose daughter Vic, by Old Tartar, produced Jester II. The two 

 Vies, for many seasons, did excellent service with the hounds. 



Another very old breed, not generally known to fame, was many years 

 in the hands of the late Mr. F. Bell, of the Hall, Thirsk. Some eighteen 

 years ago two of his terriers distinguished themselves greatly in an otter 

 hunt that took place in the Colbeck one of the tributaries of the Swale. 

 Twig, one of these dogs, several times bolted the otter, and was the 

 first to tackle him on crossing a shoal. For this he nearly lost his life, 

 as he was found to be bitten through one of the veins in his neck, and 

 nearly bled to death. The sister to this dog a bitch called Venom 

 won one of the first prizes that were ever offered for fox terriers. This 

 was at Yarmouth. Twig was an exceedingly good-looking dog, showing 

 no bull, and as good as most of the present' winners. He was marked 

 with black and grey tan on the head. I am sorry to say, however, 

 that Mr. Bell's breed has become well-nigh extinct. 



Mr. Bower, of Oswaldkirk, has long been the possessor of terriers 

 that have often become notorious for doughty deeds; and people still 

 tell the story of Old Jim, who worried a very large and savage monkey 

 that belonged to Sir George Wombwell. The dog was only eleven 

 months old, and had previously been considerably bullied by the monkey. 

 At last, upon the eventful day, he was observed to go towards the mon- 

 key's yard, look inquiringly around, doubtless to see if any one was near, 

 and then he went in. Some time afterwards the brewer, who had seen 

 him enter the yard and not return, went to look after him, and 

 found the monkey dead, while the dog was so punished he could not 

 move. 



Mr. Bowers 's breed has been extensively used in kennels in the North 

 of England ; but I have little doubt that there is a cross of bull in it. 



Mr. H. Gibson has long been well known as a breeder of first-class 

 fox terriers, and he has, in fact, owned them for above thirty years. 

 The first he ever possessed was a bitch bred at Hams Hall, in War- 

 wickshire, by a gamekeeper named Massy. This bitch killed a favourite 

 cat belonging to the present Mr. Adderley's mother, and so had to be 

 got rid of. Massy consequently sold her to a barber named Collins, of 



