150 The Carnivora. 
sequently to the Pall Mall Gazette one of the most amusing 
articles imaginable from the “disappointed exhibitor’s” point 
of view, and a model of the temper in which adverse awards 
should be received, for Chang was scarcely looked at. 
Chang possessed the black muzzle, then considered enough 
to put any dog out of court, though he rejoiced in the 
full development of those useless and unsightly appendages 
—dew-claws; but, unfortunately, they were only single! 
Nevertheless, I heard a celebrated exhibitor and breeder of 
St. Bernards, and one equally celebrated as a judge, tell 
Chang’s master that, had he himself been judging on that 
occasion, he should not only have awarded him the first 
prize as a St. Bernard, but considered him altogether the 
best dog in the show. Puppy as he was—about ten months 
old—he was bigger than any. adult dog in the place, grand 
in coat, and finely proportioned, but, unfortunately for him, 
muzzles were worn white then. 
His master walked home with him next day, determined 
never again to subject him to another night of the misery 
he had evidently undergone in that short experience of public 
life. In this I must confess myself completely in sympathy 
with Mr. du Maurier, for, had I the finest dog in the 
world, I would rather return to the Australian bush, and 
earn £40 a year as a shepherd, in daily peril from the 
spear of the savage, with the dog beside me, than allow my 
friend and companion to run the risk of being murdered 
by the cowardly assassin, always lurking about a dog show, 
in the pay of some disappointed exhibitor. 
His formidable appearance, however, always inspired re- 
spect. Late one evening, his master was crossing a lonely 
part of Hampstead Heath, accompanied, as usual, by the 
dog, when he encountered two men whose intentions there 
was every reason to suspect. Stepping hastily out of the 
pathway, one of the roughs remarked in a gruff tone, “Ble’st 
if a cove didn’t ought to get six months for Keepin’ a 
dawg like that.” 
