MY DOGS AND OTHERS 251 
I had been asked to destroy to a man who owed 
me a sovereign (lent to him for a fortnight). He 
sold the dog for six pounds, but never paid me 
my pound. 
During my last game-keeping season I took a 
terrier to help make up for lack of beaters at a small 
shoot. She had a wonderful nose, and would pull 
up setter-like when going at full speed if she winded 
game. At lunch-time I saw one of the guns fondling 
her; he asked me casually if I wanted to sell her, 
and I said no. ‘I’d give you a piece of paper for 
her,’ he added. The end of it was that I agreed to 
let him have her so soon as I could spare her, for 
she was acting the part of spaniel on formal occa- 
sions. I bought her for a crown, on the strength 
of her looks, from an indoor man-servant who had 
been ordered to get rid of her, because she was 
unclean in the house and useless at rats. The first 
time I took her out she killed three good-sized 
young stoats, and ever afterwards was game for 
anything, and indoors, beyond reproach. There is 
no better dog for killing game over than a terrier, 
if only one can get it under control, which is not 
easy. 
Years ago I was the lucky owner of two little 
smooth-haired fox-terriers, which were a great deal 
more obedient than modern children—as sensible as 
human beings, and useful beyond compare. Ah, 
what little pictures they were, and how true! You 
