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dog and other members of the kennels, and witness a bit 

 of fun with some of the younger members and the ' old 

 grey gentleman.' " 



Tartar, a dog of quite a different stamp, was full of go 

 and fire, a hardy-looking, strongly built terrier, and on the 

 two occasions when he did beat his great rival the result 

 was due to the better form in which he stood, and the 

 determination he showed, as though perfectly willing, nay 

 anxious, either to do or die, as he stood alongside his 

 antagonist in the ring. Tartar, iylb. in weight, was a 

 pure white dog, excepting for a light patch of pale tan over 

 one eye, unusually compact in build — a pocket Hercules in 

 fact, with a back as muscular and strong as is the neck of 

 a mighty Cumberland and Westmoreland wrestler. A little 

 wide in front was the old dog, but straighter perhaps on 

 the fore legs than Jock, and with better feet. The latter, 

 far the longer and more terrier-like in head, was beaten in 

 size of ears, their mode of carriage, and in neatness of hind 

 quarters. Tartar was a peculiarly elegantly moulded dog 

 behind, notwithstanding the amount of muscle he showed, 

 and he stood neither too high on his legs nor the contrary. 

 I cannot just now call to mind any terrier of the present 

 generation like him in any respect. Possibly Richmond 

 Jack resembled him somewhat ; at any rate in shape of 

 body and sprightliness. 



Both Tartar and Jock had fair coats, that of the former, 

 the harder and smoother, and no doubt he was much the 

 gamer of the two. It is always the fate of success to 

 make enemies, and at the time Jock was being shown 

 so successfully, and later, I was repeatedly told that 

 he would not kill a rat, and that his going to ground or 

 doing the work of a fox terrier was altogether a myth. 



