MEMORIES OF GLENAUGH. 85 



although that may be considered an additional 

 proof of his dull powers of perception it covered 

 with me a multitude of faults. 



I have not yet exhausted my list of eccen- 

 tric pointers. Don I never could break from 

 chasing cows and baying the moon, whenever 

 he saw it, or a glimpse of it. Nor would he 

 eat, no matter how hungry, if any one was look- 

 ing at him. I have tested him severely in this 

 respect, but he held out until my patience was 

 exhausted. I have had dogs that all the train- 

 ing in the world could not break from running 

 at particular birds, and others who from puppies 

 seemed to have been thoroughly educated. I 

 had a pointer who never would swim a drain, 

 who would run round miles sooner than cross 

 a shallow brook. I had another who was an 

 incorrigible thief of the magpie order. His 

 name was Peter. Peter was afflicted with klep- 

 tomania late in life, and the attacks were fre- 

 quent and of great severity. He stole spoons 

 and knives and forks as deftly as a pickpocket 

 or burglar Christian. He would hide them in 

 his straw. For what purpose ? I never could 

 make out. Certainly not to eat his meals with. 



