A MORNING WALK. 9 



do we see? The old bitch busy unearthing a 

 nest of young Rabbits in a field of oats. She 

 must have got out and followed our footsteps. 

 What a remarkably strong and fine scent a 

 dog has got that he can follow one's footsteps, 

 often after a considerable time has elapsed. 

 One would think the smell left by a boot must 

 be infinitely small, and that every leather boot 

 would smell much the same, but I have never 

 seen a dog err in this. 



I have noticed my old bitch and others of 

 my dogs, when they lost me, go back to the 

 place where they last saw me, and find me out 

 by following on my scent. One in particular, 

 a white Scottish terrier, named Bob (which I 

 gave to the Earl of Suffolk, two years ago, 

 when he was north salmon fishing), was remark- 

 ably good at following a human scent too 

 much so, for I often found him on my track 

 when his company was not wanted. 



The instinct of the Rabbit in covering up 

 the mouth of the hole containing her young, 



