A DOG AND A MOTOR-CAR.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR."] have only just come across the letter signed "M. H." in your issue of the 7th inst., which must be my excuse for the delay in writing. As, however, through a curious- coinci- dence the same accident happened to me in Scotland a good many years ago, perhaps I may be allowed to relate the occur- rence. I was driving along an open country road in Scotland at about twenty-five miles an hour when a sheep-dog ran out of a field and under my ear before I could avoid him. I felt quite certain that he was killed, and in great distress pulled up, stopping my engine by accident. Getting out, I walked back, but could find no trace of the animal anywhere, and, concluding that I had been fortunate enough to miss him, I went round in front to start the engine. Like your corre- spondent, I found the poor beast with the starting-handle through his collar, lying on his side on the road, along whelk he had been dragged for at least thirty yards. He was gasp- ing and choking and evidently in great distress, and, being unable to extricate the collar from the starting-handle, I was forced to cut it free. I pulled him out, and after lying for e minute, gasping and coughing, he eventually got up, shook himself and ran off. I was able to make certain that no bones were broken, and he seemed none the worse for his experience. I thought it might interest your correspondent to know that
his experience is not unique, and enclose my card.—I am.
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