2Q4: FACT AGAINST FICTION. 



exclaimed most pompously^ ^^ Here, porters, I'm 

 not a'oino' to travel with a cIog; in a first-class car- 

 riage! Here, I saj^" Whatever his ^' I say" was 

 to have been followed with, I cut it short, for I 

 could hold in no longer, and at once capped his 

 annunciation that lie would not travel with a dog, 

 by saying I was ^^ devilish glad of it, for I did not 

 wish him to give m/j dog his fleas." I thought he 

 would have fallen in an apoplectic fit, so purple did 

 his drab cheeks become with rage. ^' Fleas, sir," 

 he roared, ^' fleas — " But ^' ere the anvil of his 

 speech" received the ^^ further hammer," the whistle 

 sounded, a porter told him he would be left behind, 

 and I neither heard nor saw anything more of him. 

 Perhaps of all the extraordinary instances of in- 

 telligence I ever knew in dogs, the most extra- 

 ordinary was the one in which a retriever of mine 

 rescued a doe I had killed in the New Forest from 

 two men who had stolen her. It has been narrated 

 at length by me in a former work, ^ The Reminis- 

 cences of a Huntsman,' therefore it will serve all 

 purposes to tell it here in as few words as possible. 

 I had come to the Holmsly Walk to kill one doe, 

 and knowing that it would not take me long to 

 do, besides my rifle and Highland deer dog, I 



