Hound and horn in Jedforest - being some experiences of a Scottish M.F.H. - by T. Scott Anderson; illustrations by G. Denholm Armour (1909) (14765788484)
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Title: Hound and horn in Jedforest : being some experiences of a Scottish M.F.H. / by T. Scott Anderson ; illustrations by G. Denholm Armour
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Anderson, Thomas Scott
Subjects: Horses Fox hunting -- Scotland
Publisher: Jedburgh : T.S. Smail
Contributing Library: Webster Family Library of Veterinary Medicine
Digitizing Sponsor: Tufts University
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oupled together; for,if loose, they are very apt to get into the same earthor drain. No. i is looking in or sniffing at theentrance; No. 2 comes up, and rather than let himin, No. I proceeds to explore, though he has alreadydetermined there is no fox there. No. 2 follows uptill his progress is arrested by No. i, and out of puredevilment he bites him if they are not good friends,and a battle starts. If they are good friends, No. 2will start to scrape and dig, and is apt to throw theearth back and so stop egress. I had two gallantlittle two-season terriers suffocated in this way. ^Jock seems more scarred than before. Have youbeen taking him out oftener than usual lately? Jocky comes out when^ and as often as, hepleases. Often do we want to leave him in whenhis old face is barely healed from wounds of theprevious week, and have shut him up, but it isuseless; he will eat, climb, or burst his way outof any enclosure. Once he climbed over a ninefoot wire netting yard turned over at the top.
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ato p (D U u C/3 A TERRIER TALK 83 Another time he ate through the thick door of astable and burst through a pane of glass; and oncehe climbed up through the chimney of the boiling-house, and joined hounds. Well done, Jock. The only thing that wouldhold him would be a fire and burglar proof safe!Which is the gamest terrier youve ever known,Master? Well! Jock, Mack, Scamp, and Scurry, I putin that order; but with very little difference betweenthem. Scurry once bolted a fox from a three hundredyard long stone conduit only to drive him into an-other one running underneath the main Hawick road.This was in a hollow, but the road had been moundedup four or five feet, and the tackling took placeright under the centre of the road, and we had toleave them. Next morning the roadman found thedead fox at the mouth of the conduit, and Scurrylying curled up beside him growling savagely. PoorScurry was badly bitten about the throat, and diedfrom loss of blood a week later; the only terrier Ihave los