The Fox Terrier. 



sent I was to go and fetch him from Minting House, the 

 residence of Mr. Cropper, near Horncastle, Lincolnshire, a 

 long way from the kennels at Titchmarsh. The instructions 

 I received respecting the old dog could not have been more 

 explicit, had I been going to escort a Prince of the Royal 

 Blood. I was to take train to Horncastle, and then hire on 

 to Minting, as there were no trains there. I was to lock 

 the old dog up in a good box, and keep the key after I had 

 got possession of the dog, and let no one have it. I was 

 then to hire and come on by relays of horses and traps all 

 the way from Minting to Titchmarsh. This I did, and 

 arrived at the Great Northern Hotel, Peterborough, about 

 one o'clock on the night of the first day. After refreshing 

 the inner man and getting another horse and trap, off we 

 started again, arriving at the kennels about six a.m., having 

 had about enough. I had no sooner had a wash and 

 breakfast than a stranger came riding up on his bicycle 

 the telegraph boy, with a message from Mr. Murchison, 

 asking if I had arrived safely, &c. I drove to Thrapston 

 and wired back, and there I was kept nearly the whole of 

 the day sending and receiving messages to and from 

 Mr. Murchison. Next day Mr. Murchison came down, 

 bringing some gentlemen friends with him to see the old 

 dog and other members of the kennels, and witness a bit 

 of fun with some of the younger members and the ' old 

 grey gentleman.' " 



Tartar, a dog of quite a different stamp, was full of go- 

 and fire, a hardy-looking, strongly built terrier, and on the 

 two occasions when he did beat his great rival the result 

 was due to the better form in which he stood, and the 

 determination he showed, as though perfectly willing, nay 

 anxious, either to do or die, as he stood alongside his 



