220 Animal 
‘on he does not look handsome. This is the 
old French dogue, to which Gaston Phebus, 
Comte de Foix, referred centuries ago. In 
the South of France and on the Spanish 
border these dogs were, and still are, kept 
for gladiatorial purposes, being matched 
against each other and also against wolves, 
bulls, bears, and asses. A savage stallion 
ass is said to be the most terrible opponent 
for the dogue, for it strikes down its foe 
with its fore feet and then tramples on him 
or worries him. A professional fighter has 
frequently to be led between two men, as 
no ordinary man could withstand the fury 
of his rush if he 
wished to attack. 
The first person to 
exhibit a dogue in 
England was Mr. 
H. C. Brooke, who 
imported all the 
best. Our portraits 
are those of “Sans 
Peur” and of his 
mother and _ sister 
“Dragonne” and 
“Diane,” all win- 
ners of many prizes 
in France and 
Hngland. These 
dogs had never been 
trained for the 
arena, though they 
were descended 
from “Hercules,” 
surnamed the “ Ter- 
rible,’ who, after a 
glorious career, was 
lulled at San Fren- 
cisco, after a fearful fight, by a jaguar. 
Another specimen Mr. Brooke owned was by 
him pitted (in this country) against a large 
Russian bear, whom he threw three times, 
displaying great sagacity in avoiding the 
bear’s hug. This dog was a descendant of 
“Caporal” (‘ The Invincible”), for seven years 
the champion of the Pyrenees, and of ‘‘ Mina,” 
who had fought bull, bear, and hyena. 
Wa 
Mr. J. T. Proup, of Bishop Auckland, who 
has kindly given permission for the repro- 
b) 
DOGUE DE BORDEAUX, “SANS PEUR.” 
The best Dogue seen in England. 
Life 
duction of the two photographs on page 221, 
v@ If gray pag 
The writes :—‘“ It must be a source 
Golden Eagle of gratification to ornithologists 
at Home. 
to know that this lordly 
bird still holds its own in the secluded 
deer forests of the far north, and the 
lover of nature who is not filled with 
delight when for the first time he sees’ 
the Eagle circling the mountain top is 
not worth the name. Although the 
keeper, whose sole care 1s Grouse, wages a 
constant war against them, the forester, 
whose interests are allied with those of the 
red deer, and who would prefer not to have 
a grouse on his 
“March,” not only 
allows them a sanc- 
tuary, but affords 
them a certain 
amount of protec- 
tion in some out-of- 
the-way rocky glen 
where they may 
construct their rude 
roughnest of heather 
stalks and goose 
erass and rear their 
brood (Gf two, some- 
times only one, and 
rarely three, can be 
called a brood) in 
peace. The only 
eyrie I had the 
pleasure of visiting 
this year contaimed 
but one eaglet, and 
his photograph is 
here reproduced. 
On my annual 
northern ramble among the birds, I hap- 
pened to be in Sutherlandshire towards the 
end of May, and was told by a forester, 
who had last year guided me to the home 
of the Ptarmigan, that the late snow storms 
had driven his eagles to build on a lower 
ledge than they usually selected; and, by 
way of encouragement, he also informed 
me that it was so easy of approach that 
I could if I wished drive a cart into the 
nest. On arrival at the spot, the higher 
ledges of the rock were still fuli of snow, and 
