366 Modern Dogs. 



whippets, which were nothing else but miniature 

 greyhounds. Tory was a poacher's dog; he could 

 drive hares into the nets at night, and be useful with 

 the ferrets in the daytime ; moreover, as a killer of 

 vermin and cats unequalled, he was always in 

 request when the " mart-hunters " required assist- 

 ance to their fox and otter hounds. He was quiet 

 and good-tempered, but when roused could fight 

 with, and more than hold his own against, any 

 quarrelsome collie in the district. The last of his 

 strain was Tory where he came from I know not 

 but as a workman no better dog ever lived. 



About the same period, or a little later, a sporting 

 stonemason had a little terrier, not more than 61b. in 

 weight, a cross-bred one, with a longish coat, and 

 not the slightest sign of the Yorkshire toy about her, 

 which was a perfect wonder. As the fellow said, 

 " killing a score of rats was a little holiday to her," 

 she would buckle a fox, and her love for creeping 

 was an actual nuisance, for if she ever saw an open 

 drain or sewer, ferret-like she would give herself a 

 shake, and immediately disappear on an exploration 

 sub-terrestrial. The only other bond fide toy I ever 

 knew that is, a dog under 61b. weight that loved 

 creeping was a little yellow bitch, which went with 

 the Stockton otter hounds some dozen years or so 

 ago. This was a game little creature, but, un- 



