136 WITH HOUND AND TERRIER. 



Later in the month we made a start at Pulham 

 with seven and a half couple, and found an otter 

 in the stream above Hazlebury, which gave us an 

 hour's good hunt. Three terriers — namely, Royal, 

 Amber, and Nettle — eventually nailed the otter 

 under a stump and killed him in the water, the 

 whole pack going in for a grand worry. When 

 we pulled out the dead otter the half-drowned 

 terriers were still clinging to him, and it was no 

 easy matter to land him. 



Floss and Bugle found this otter under a large 

 oak-tree, and Floss, getting up to him, bolted him 

 after a hard tussle, and he made for the top of the 

 bank. Here, finding himself confronted by so many 

 enemies, he ran along a branch of the tree over- 

 hanging the water, and perching himself on the 

 extreme end, surveyed the company. Bugle, the 

 little black -and -tan, immediately followed, and 

 balancing herself as best she could, tried to reach 

 him. Just as she got up, the otter turned, and 

 taking a header into deep water, disappeared. 

 Bugle lost her footing from the jerk, and fell after 

 him. Coming up half-drowned, she made for land, 

 but nearly lost her life through the mistaken zeal 

 of people on the bank, who, mistaking her dark 

 head for that of the otter, hit at her with sticks. 

 Mr Connop happily rushed to her rescue, waving 

 his stick at the discomfited sportsmen, with the 

 curt exclamation, "It is the dog, you fools ! " 



In May the waters were so low that the otters 

 all retired to the larger rivers, and though I had 



