A Letter from Philadelphia. 



97 



Some little time ago I received a communication from 

 Philadelphia to the effect that my correspondent had 

 purchased a fox terrier which unfortunately had no pedi- 

 gree. His friends told him that such a dog was quite 

 useless even as a rat killer or as a creature to be admired, 

 when he did not even know the name of its sire and dam, 

 so he would be much obliged to me if I would write 

 him out a suitable pedigree for his little terrier. He 

 thought one from England would be better than one 

 manufactured at home. At the same time the corre- 



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MEASUREMENT DIAGRAM (see p. 98). 



spondent would be pleased if I would hand the pedigree to 

 " Mr. Peter Jackson " (at that time in London), for he lived 

 only a few doors from the young man who wrote to me. I 

 need scarcely tell my readers that " Mr. Peter Jackson " is 

 a renowned coloured pugilist, but my dulness prevented me 

 seeing the connection between a spurious pedigree and a 

 popular " bruiser." 



About sixteen years ago, the late Mr. Edward Sandell, 

 an excellent judge of a terrier, writing under the nom de 

 plume of " Caractacus," obtained the measurements, with 



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