378 Modern Dogs. 



My newly-found acquaintance proved a good 

 fisherman in all branches of the craft, and, although 

 never confessing to the soft impeachment, I fancy 

 he was as well acquainted with the use of the net as 

 with the rod, reel, and line. He owned a useful sort 

 of dog, about 2olb. in weight, smooth but close- 

 coated, almost all tan in colour, still with sufficient 

 black on the back to make a black and tan terrier 

 without much exaggeration. But it was nothing 

 like the Manchester strain of to-day. He was a 

 leggy dog, and like galloping ; his ears were small, 

 V-shaped, and " dropped " beautifully. His excel- 

 lence lay in the formation of his head, which, of 

 great length from occiput to nose, was of perfect 

 terrier shape, with immense jaw power ; his eyes, too, 

 were perfect. A dog of his kind you seldom find 

 without good legs and feet and strongly developed 

 in his muscles generally. Nor was this any excep- 

 tion to the rule " You've a niceish terrier there," 

 said I. " Yes," was the reply, " it's a fair 'un. 

 You kna a bit aboot dogs, mister," he continued, 

 " but you mappen don't ken this sort?" " No, 

 indeed I don't," was the reply. " Whia he's a 

 Bewcastle tarrier ! " Such a variety I had not 

 previously heard of, nor have I since. Still, the 

 animal had unmistakable distinctive features, and, 

 as usual, he was " the best in the world." She, 



