130 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



About a week later we had a red-letter day, in 

 which we accounted for two otters — one a vixen 

 that turned the scales at 18 lb., and the other a 

 fine dogf-otter. The former I now have stuffed in 

 a glass case. Starting from King Stag, we found 

 a brace of otters at Hazlebury Mill, and the 

 terriers divided, two couple following the vixen 

 up-stream, and the rest turning down - stream 

 after the other. The terriers that were after the 

 vixen were Sharper, Amber, Nettle, and Jubilee, 

 and as they were well on their game and I knew 

 that nothing would stop them, I blew my whistle, 

 and with some half-dozen followers started in 

 pursuit. Forcing their quarry up - stream, the 

 terriers drove like foxhounds, and we had to run 

 hard to keep up with them. Several times we 

 viewed the otter trying to land, which she at last 

 succeeded in doing" about a mile from the start. 

 She then made a dash for the open back towards 

 the mill, but Sharper was close on her, and catch- 

 ing a view, he soon rolled her over. The other 

 three terriers were on his heels, so they had her, 

 and I don't think I have ever seen a closer fight. 

 Every terrier showed itself game to the backbone, 

 and they killed their otter handsomely without 

 any assistance, as they were all so locked together 

 it was impossible to do anything for them. Amber 

 was quite liors de combat at the finish, as she had 

 been bitten severely through the throat, and she 

 had to be sent back to the mill. 



Hurrying back, I found the rest of the terriers, 



