DOG-STORIES.
[To THE EDITOR Or THE " SPECTATOR:] SIR,—Perhaps you may find space to add a story about our old Newfound!and ' Nelson ' to your interesting series.
• Nelson ' was one of ourselves. Where we went he went. He was specially fond of following our trap, and nothing, not even doggie-friends, could divert him from his faithful attendance at our wheels. One summer we were staying at the west coast village of Saltcoats, where the sands are broad and fiat, and we often drove along the road skirting the bay. 'Nelson' followed of course. The dogs of the village seldom molested or interrupted him ; but one rash little terrier re- peatedly rushed out of his garden-gate as we passed and bit at 'Nelson's' heels. Time after time Nelson' declined to notice the insult, but one day his patience evidently became exhausted. Turning round he caught the unhappy terrier by the back of the neck, carried him down the sands and into the water chest deep, put his paw on him and drowned him, suid then carried him back to the dry sand and laid him out there. One crunch of his jaws would have done the deed and more quickly ; but it seemed as if ' Nelson ' had no personal animosity to the dog, or at least had suppressed it, but had concluded that the world was better wanting such a snarling
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