FO DOGS I HAVE KNOWN 



ever fought, so I spoke to him and told him to 

 come along, thinking the mastiff would leave him. 

 Instead of this it seized him by the ear, and 

 Wallace's ears were always very tender and pain- 

 ful in the summer ; but he never retaliated — only 

 looked at me in a sort of reproachful way, as much 

 as to say "see what pain you have caused me." I 

 could not stand it, and said, " Kill him, Wallace." 

 Shaking the dog off as if he was nothing, he gave 

 him a grip between the forelegs and the dog was 

 dead in an instant. Wallace left him at once and 

 came on after me as if nothing had happened. He 

 certainly was one of the most intelligent dogs I ever 

 met with ; I kept him until he was very old, and 

 when he was almost entirely blind, it used to be 

 very curious to see the old fellow hunting me. 

 When loosed, he would put down his nose and 

 work till he got on my trail, and then, how- 

 ever I might have gone about and turned, he 

 was sure to hunt up to me, and the pleased look 

 which came into his old face when he found me 

 and moved round my legs was very touching. 

 However, poor old fellow, he got quite deaf as well 

 as blind, and then to my grief I had to sign his 

 death-warrant. 



Long after this, I possessed a wonderfully intel- 

 ligent dog, a pure-bred Skye terrier, one of the real 



