Rycht to the burn thai passet ware, 

 Bot the sleuth-hound made stinting thar, 

 And waueryt lang type ta and fra, 

 That he na certain gate couth ga ; 

 Till at the last that John of Lorn 

 Perseuvit the hund the sleuth had lorne. 



So hard a-dying are old prejudices that unto this day this 

 noble hound, gentlest of his kind, is regarded with a kind of awe. 

 Time after time have I known a lady pet and fondle one, with the 

 the remark, " What a beautiful creature. What kind of dog is 

 he ? ' and when she has heard the dread name she has recoiled in 

 fear. It is useless to tell her that one rarely sees a bad tempered 

 bloodhound, that they are the kindliest mannered gentlemen that 

 ever walked. She thinks of " Uncle Tom's Cabin," and associates 

 the name in some way with a thirst for blood. That is sufficient. 



In modern times the uses of the bloodhound, when properly 

 applied, are wholly beneficent. Those marvellous scenting faculties 

 of his, which astonish all who see them at their fullest development, 

 may aid in bringing a criminal to justice or in discovering the 

 whereabouts of a wanderer lost in the wilds. The hound little 

 recks of the task to which he is being put. His not to reason 

 why. Ask him to unravel the intricacies of an invisible track left 

 by the body scent of a person who may have passed many hours 

 earlier, and, if he be well trained, down goes his nose, and he will 

 follow yard by yard until the missing one is found. This is no 



