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him — not biting or molesting him in any way, but 

 merely looking down at the man, evidently very 

 much puzzled as to why he made such a noise. 

 Calling Wallace off, I asked how it happened, and 

 the man told me that he was walking in the wood, 

 and just stepped over the fence into the field when 

 the dog jumped at him, and knocked him over. 

 The fact was, that Wallace had been trained to 

 go outside any cover when the keeper went through 

 it, and to seize any poacher that might come 

 out. He had been taught, too, to jump at the 

 man and knock him down by his weight, but 

 not to bite or injure him in any way if he made 

 no resistance ; and I expect few would have been 

 so foolish as to do so when they saw his size and 

 appearance. 



Wallace was a most inveterate cat killer. This 

 had been clearly part of his early education ; he 

 killed almost every cat that he could get at. 

 Many were the unfortunate tabbies that he sud- 

 denly snapped up as they were comfortably 

 dozing on the steps of a cottage. He would go 

 quietly along, apparently taking very little notice 

 of anything, when — snap — and tabby was no 

 more, but there was one most remarkable ex- 

 ception, and this was our stable cat. I discovered 

 it in this way : — One day I went into the stable 



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