FEROCITY OF EAGLES. 



A FRENCH gentleman, the descendant of refugees, 

 and the owner of extensive tracts of wild land, 

 brought me a bull terrier pup from Toronto. This 

 dog, when it grew up, was not only the wisest, but 

 the most courageous beast I had ever seen. He 

 could retrieve on land and from water, " tree " part- 

 ridges, kill a fox, woodchuck, or porcupine, and make 

 it so hot for a bear's rump that Bruin was always 

 glad to avail himself of the shelter of the first tree he 

 could reach. In fact, I believe that this dog knew 

 every word that was said to him ; one thing I can 

 assert, that when hunting matters were being 

 talked over, he would listen as attentively, and with 

 as thorough an expression of intelligence as would 

 many a human being. I could write for hours of the 

 merits of my old favourite, but fear it would be as 

 tedious to my readers as I know it sometimes is to 

 my friends. Alas ! poor Snow (he was white, with a 

 brindle patch on his left ear and side of the head), 

 your life was a short one, but your old master will 

 never forget you. 



If you take the map of Ontario, you will find, a 

 hundred and fifty miles north of Orillia, a network of 

 lakes, whose waters communicate with the Ottawa 

 River. Here I was shooting " flappers," and the 

 birds had been unusually plentiful. Snow had lots 

 of work to do retrieving, and hustling the young 

 birds out of cover. Close up to the shoulder 1 

 winged a young duck. The locality of the wound pre- 



