take a
journey without him, his life fell a sacrifice to his affection for
me. Alas, poor Trim!

This breed of dogs, the true English terrier, shows an invincible
ardour in all that he is required to do, as well as persevering
fortitude. In drawing badgers and foxes from their holes, the severe
bites of these animals only seem to animate them to greater
exertions; and they have been known to suffer themselves to be killed
by the former sooner than give over the unequal contest.

The vignette at the end of this notice represents a favourite
wire-haired terrier of mine, called Peter, well known for many years
at Hampton Court. He had wonderful courage and perseverance, and was
the best dog to hunt rabbits in thick hedge-rows I ever met with. He
was also a capital water-dog; and he was frequently enticed by some of
the officers quartered at Hampton Court to accompany them to the
neighbouring lock of the river Thames, in which an unfortunate duck
was to be hunted. I was assured that on these occasions Peter
distinguished himself greatly, diving after the duck whenever it
dived, and beating all the other dogs by his energy and perseverance.
Peter was a general favourite, and perhaps this was partly owing to
his being a great pickle. He was always getting into scrapes. Twice he
broke either his shoulder-bone or his leg by scrambling up a ladder.
He was several times nearly killed by large dogs, of which he was
never known to show the slightest fear; and with those of about his
own size he would fight till he died. He has killed sixty rats in a
barn in about as many minutes; and he was an inveterate foe to cats. I
remember once taking him with me on a rabbit-ferreting excursion.
Before the ferrets were put in the holes, I made Peter quite aware
that he was not to touch them; and he was so sensible a dog that
there was no difficulty in doing this, although it was the first time
he had seen a ferret. If a rabbit bolted from the hole he was
watching, he killed it in an instant; but when the ferret made its
appearance, Peter retreated a step or two, showing his teeth a little
as if he longed to attack it. Towards the end of the day I had gone to
a little distance, leaving Peter watching a hole. Presently I heard a
squeak, and on turning round I saw the ferret dead, and Peter standing
over it, looking exceedingly ashamed at what he had done, and
perfectly conscious that he had disobeyed orders. The temptation,
however, was too