THE OLD BLACK-AND-TAN TERRIER. 179 



swollen foot when she first came to us, she be- 

 came perfectly fearless with me. 



Gyp so strongly resembled the terrier in 

 Sartorius's picture at Inwood, that though it 

 was many years after her death when I first saw 

 the latter, it immediately brought our old favourite 

 to my mind. 



One of Gyp's puppies was a tan-coloured one 

 which, like her mother, had a very thick bushy 

 tail, always carried down, and this led to her 

 beinof mistaken more than once for a fox when she 

 was running fast under a hedge. Speaking of this 

 dog reminds me of a curious instance of a litter of 

 puppies by a fox that was bred not far from our 

 home in Hampshire. The mother was a little 

 mongrel terrier that was very friendly with a tame 

 fox, and she had, if I remember rightly, two 

 puppies, one of which grew to maturity. This 

 puppy was about the size and just the colour of 

 a fox. He had prick ears, and carried his bushy 

 tail in orthodox vulpine fashion. Although quite 

 friendly with people he knew, he was very shy 

 with strangers and disliked passing them. On one 

 occasion when I was returning home with the 

 hounds we met this little fellow, who immediately 

 turned and set off at best pace for home. No 

 sooner did the hounds cross his line than down 

 went their heads, and away they raced after him. 

 They were, of course, soon stopped, but great was 

 the huntsman's astonishment when I told him 

 what they had been running. 



