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WITH THREE WHITE WEST HIGHLANDERS. 



CHAPTER XL. 

 THE SCOTTISH T IC R R I E R . 



BY WALTHK S. GLVXX. 



' Losh ! Bogie man, hand off your han' ; 



Nor thrash vie black and blue. 

 Frae fools and foes I seek tiae praise, 

 But frien's should aye be true. 



' Nae silky-haired admirer I 



0' Bradford Toys. Strathbogie ; 

 Sich thoughts, I'm sure cam' in your head. 

 While dribblin' o'er the cogie. 



I ken the Terrier o' the North, 



I ken the towsy tyke — 

 Ye'll search frae Tweed to Sussex' shore. 



But never find his like. 



■ For pluck and pith and jaws and teeth, 

 And hair like heather comes, 

 Wi' body lang and low and strung. 

 At hame in cairns or knowes. 



' He'll face a foumart, draw a brock. 

 Kill rats and whittcritts by the score, 



He'll bang tod-lowrie frae his hole. 

 Or slay him at his door. 



' He'll range for days and ne'er be tired, 



O'er mountain, moor, and fell ; 

 Fair play, I'll back the brave wee chap 

 To fecht the de'il himseV . 



' And yet beneath his rugged coat 

 A heart beats warm and true. 

 He'll help to herd the sheep and kye, 

 And mind the lammies too. 



' Then see him at the ingle side, 



Wi' bairnies roond him laughin' . 

 Was ever dog sae pleased as he, 

 Sae fond o' fun and daffin' ? 



' But gie's your hand, Strathbogie man ! 



Guid faith ! we maunna sever. 

 Then ' Here's to Scotia's best o' dogs, 

 Our towsy tyke for ever ! ' " 



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4IE above lines are an excellent de- of January 31st, 1879. At about this time 



scription of the Scottish Terrier, a somewhat fierce and certainly most amiis- 



They appear over the name of Dr. ing controversy was going on as to whether 



Gordon Stables in The Live Stock Journal or not tliere was such a thing as a pure- 



