THE BADGER 



breath. She was delighted to see me, and 

 with some trouble I liberated her, cut off her 

 eye, staunched her wounds, and did all I 

 could for her. She never even winced as I 

 cut away the eye, and as she lay in her bed 

 looked at me affectionately with her one eye 

 and wagged her tail. The following day, 

 though she did not even whine, I saw she was 

 in terrible pain ; and as she was at this time 

 badly ruptured, and very lame owing to 

 a carriage accident some years before which 

 resulted in a broken thigh and a double 

 fracture above the hock, I had her shot, and 

 buried in a quiet corner of the orchard, with 

 the inscription on her headstone " Sit tibi 

 terra Levis." 



The terriers I have found the best and 

 surest are amongst the Yorkshire breed of 

 hard, wire-haired fox-terriers, short in the leg 

 and strong headed. All my own have been 

 descended from a white, wire-haired terrier 

 called Fuss, the best bitch I ever had, and a 

 prize-winner. I bought her in 1870 or 1871 

 from a dealer called Wooton. She was bred 

 by a man called Jack Ridd. Worry was out of 



