80 MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 



He was a splendid dog to work, but I soon dis- 

 covered that he would do nothing, positively 

 nothing, if I brought any other assistant with 

 me. He growled at the little spaniel audibly, 

 even at their first meeting, and ever afterwards 

 used to run back into the yard if he saw me 

 attended by one of the other dogs. Another 

 peculiarity of Sam's was that he was as sure as 

 fate to run away from a bad shot. I have lent 

 him out to some tyros, who had permission 

 from me to try their hands at snipe close in 

 the neighbourhood, and have been intensely 

 amused when, after an hour's banging in the 

 bog, Mr. Green would come up and complain 

 that Sam had disappeared. " Come now," I 

 would say, " you must have been unlucky. 

 Have you much in the bag?" The answer 

 was invariably, " No ; a little nervous,'' etc. etc. 

 Sam at this time was certain to be found 

 snugly before the kitchen fire, knocking his 

 tail against the flooring, as if indignant at the 

 poor shooting he had witnessed. 



He had a perfect nose, had Sam, and a 

 happy knack of indicating the sort of game he 

 pointed. This was exceedingly useful in an 



