92 FISHING FOR PLEASURE 



Bedlington terrier the latter had taken a special 

 hatred or liking for moorhens; he was in and 

 out of the water all the time, squeezing him- 

 self through impossible bushes and roots in the 

 banks after one of these cunning birds; at length 

 he found one. I saw the poor bird struggling to 

 get out of his grip he had got hold of her by 

 the tip of one wing, but was prevented by the 

 roots from getting a firmer hold. She eventually 

 got clear of him, and then made very curious 

 contortions, floating on her back with one wing 

 up and the other in the water, pretending, as it 

 seemed to me, to try to entice him after her, and 

 probably away from a nest of young ones. She 

 struggled in this apparently half-dead state some 

 yards down the river, and when she saw him 

 coming out of the bushes she suddenly became 

 quite well, made a plunge into deep water and 

 was gone. The Captain has named these two 

 dogs after two celebrated assassins and he 

 called them indifferently by either name, to 

 which they answered accordingly. One is named 

 Ravachol (who threw a bomb into the French 

 Assembly), and the other is delighted to be called 

 Czo/gosz, in happy ignorance that his name- 

 sake shot President McKinley. 



I have just been reading that delightful book, 

 Doctor John Brown's "HoraeSubsecivae." I will 

 finish my dog stories with just one quotation 

 about Rab. You all know about " Rab and his 



