36 SHOOTING: 



But covers and plantations which can boast 

 A ruffet bottom, where the game is most 

 Plenteous, in such the little dog is lost. 



The Terrier, tho' more seldom us'd, I've seen 

 Prove a good dog, where flax has plenty been; 

 His chief delight will seem, to start a hare, 

 Or rabbit, and when once he's on their lair, 

 The former he with questing voice will course ; 

 And if not broken well, till you are hoarse, 

 Loud you may vainly call ; ne'er wait about, 

 When well tir'd down, his nose will find you out 

 The latter driv'n to hole, 'tis all in vain 

 What you may urge, he'll not come back again, 

 Till with earth laden, and a lambent tongue, 

 You see him wearied, slowly crawl along. 

 But such for feather are not in request, 

 As most will rise the game before they quest ; 

 The sort that owns a cov'ring more like wire 

 Than hair, Sportsmen in gen'ral most admire. 



