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game. All the dachshund professes to do is to find 

 the fox or badger in his earth and remain there 

 until you can dig to him. He makes no attempt to 

 fight or attack the "varmint," but simply barks at it 

 incessantly. Then if the game does turn his back 

 upon his plucky little opponent, the latter imme- 

 diately proceeds to business by a fierce attack in 

 the rear, which is discontinued when the game turns 

 again and faces the hound. 



This description of work, of course, enables the 

 hunters to dig with great accuracy in the direction 

 the fox or badger lies, and the wary dachshund is 

 rarely badly hurt, whereas the terrier that gets to 

 close quarters with a badger, in his natural earth, 

 will, as a rule, get terribly mauled. Still, I have had 

 fox terriers that would bark and bark until the game 



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budged, but this barking is not always good enough 

 to drive a fox, and under no circumstances will it 

 send either otter or badger into open. Particulars 

 of a few day's sport with dachshunds appear at the 

 end of this chapter. 



Wh^n duly entered the dachshund makes an 

 excellent line hunter, and Mr. Harry Jones, of 

 Ipswich, tells me that his bitch Juliet was regularly 

 hunted with a pack of Basset-hounds, and was 

 about the most reliable of the lot. Of course, 

 one has not to go further for an instance of the 



