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Another time he ate through the thick door of a 

 stable and burst through a pane of glass ; and once 

 he climbed up through the chimney of the boiling- 

 house, and joined hounds." 



" Well done, Jock. The only thing that would 

 hold him would be a fire and burglar proof safe ! 

 Which is the gamest terrier you've ever known, 

 Master?" 



" Well ! Jock, Mack, Scamp, and Scurry, I put 

 in that order; but with very little difference between 

 them. Scurry once bolted a fox from a three hundred 

 yard long stone conduit only to drive him into an- 

 other one running underneath the main Hawick road. 

 This was in a hollow, but the road had been mounded 

 up four or five feet, and the tackling took place 

 right under the centre of the road, and we had to 

 leave them. Next morning the roadman found the 

 dead fox at the mouth of the conduit, and Scurry 

 lying curled up beside him growling savagely. Poor 

 Scurry was badly bitten about the throat, and died 

 from loss of blood a week later; the only terrier I 

 have lost so ; though, as I told you, Pompey and 

 Tuppence died together of suffocation. I've had 

 them mauled rather badly at times by badgers, 

 which punish terribly. Jock has frequently drawn 

 a badger after bolting or drawing the hunted fox 

 from the same earth. Scamp once bolted the fox 

 from the Cleithaugh * cundy ' into the jaws of the 

 pack, then dived in again and bolted a badger." 



" Good little Scamp ; he knows we are talking of 

 his exploits." 



" Of course he does, and he loves to hear us. 

 He's the most intelligent, next to Jock. Jock is 



