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WHIPPET RACING: WEIGHING IN. 



CH. SHIRLEY SIREN. 



CHAPTER XIX. 

 THE WHIPPET. 



BY F. C. HIGNETT. 



' We slipped our dogs, and last my Lelaps too, 

 When none of all the mortal race would do : 

 He long before was struggling from my hands, 

 And, ere we could unloose him, broke his bands, 

 That minute where he was, we could not find. 

 And only saw the dust he left behind." 



Tate's " Ovid. 



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*'0R elegance of 

 style, cleanli- 

 ness of habit, 

 and .graceful move- 

 ment, few dogs can 

 equal the Whippet, 

 for which reason his 

 popularity as a com- 

 panion has increased 

 very greatly within the past decade. Xo 

 more affectionate creature is to be found, 



yet he possesses considerable determination 

 and pluck, and on occasion will defend 

 himself in his own way. 



Too fragile in his anatomy for fighting, 

 in the ordinary sense of the word, when 

 molested, he will " snap " at his opponent 

 with such celerity as to take even the most 

 watchful by surprise ; while his strength of 

 jaw, combined with its comparatively great 

 length, enables him to inflict severe punish- 

 ment at the first grab. It was probably 



