'ROGER '—A FOX-TERRIE R.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE " SPECTATOR.1 Sin,—The letter from your correspondent relating, the story about the cat who made friends with a bare reminds me. of an incident in my own experience connected with my dear old fox-terrier. ' Roger' is an old dog how, rather stiff in the joints and a bit crusty, but ten years ago, when we found him in an Indian bazaar, he was a frolic- some puppy, and he sadly missed all the brothers and sisters who had been his playmates when we took him away-to jhe quiet and solitude of the parsonage. At first he grieved for' them a good deal, but one afternoon we were delighted to find him romping gaily round the dry little bushes that formed' our hot-weather garden with a baby jackal, evidently, about the same age as himself. They "ragged" about together, like. two puppies, chasing each other through the dust of the drive; and it was very amusing when Roger' was the first to discover that he could leap on to the top of the low mud wall which formed our boundary. I remember still the expression of admiring respect with which the little jackal looked up. at him. Their friendship lasted several months, and only ended when another fox-terrier, of his own race and ancestry, came to keep company with Roger,' and weaned his affections from his
little friend of the jungle.—I am, Sir, &c., E. R. W. Villa Elise, Caen, Normandy.
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