292 TEN YEARS OF GAME-KEEPING 
description of the spaniel. Then he referred to a 
book of old records; and there was the spaniel I 
had found—‘ £1 Reward.’ The superintendent 
told me the spaniel had been lost for three 
months, and had been seen nine miles from where 
I found her. An old house-steward came to fetch 
her, and paid me the pound. It was worth a pound 
to see that old Scotchman take the little dog in 
his arms and say, again and again, ‘Coom to 
daddy! I understood that a claim for damages 
against the railway company failed, because it was 
obvious that the dog’s collar had been fastened too 
loosely (a point worth attention when sending dogs 
by rail). Once a year I cycled past the house 
where the old fellow was employed, about fifteen 
miles distant, and he begged me to call and see 
him and the little black spaniel (which lost a toe 
through the trap). It was a lovely old place— 
enough to say that the lawn was bounded on 
one side by a trout-stream. I called again a 
year after: it was on a Sunday. ‘Daddy’ had 
been buried on the Saturday. 
