[100] "John Leifchild, D.D., his Public Ministry, Private Usefulness, and Personal Characteristics," founded upon an autobiography, by J. R.
Leifchild, A.M., p. 34.
[101] See Burgon"s "Memoir of Patrick F. Tytler," p. 140.
[102] Letter first published in Cunningham"s Chronological Edition, vol.
vi. p. 4.
[103] Richmond Hill. The dog died at Strawberry Hill.
[104] Correspondence, chronologically arranged by Peter Cunningham, viii. p. 39.
[105] _Loc. cit._, p. 44.
[106] Vol. vi. p. 117.
[107] "The Letters of Horace Walpole, Earl of Orford," edited by Peter Cunningham, now first chronologically arranged, ix. p. 173.
[108] _Loc. cit._, viii. p. 35.
[109] Fitzpatrick, "Memoirs of Richard Whately, Archbishop of Dublin,"
vol. i. pp. 21, 22 (1864).
[110] "Memoirs of the Life of William Collins, R.A.," by his son, W.
Wilkie Collins, i. 193.
[111] Third edition, 1806, p. 385.
WOLF.
Surely the man should get a monument who is proved to have killed the last she-wolf in these islands. How closely allied the wolf is to the dog may be clearly read in the accounts of Polar winterings. Some of the larger butchers" dogs are singularly wolf-like, and it seems to be _that_ variety which occasionally, as it were, resumes its wolfish habits of prowling at night and killing numbers of sheep in certain districts, as we sometimes read in the country papers of the day. In Strathearn, we lately heard of a very recent instance of this wolf-like ferocity breaking out. The dog was traced with great difficulty, and at last shot. He proved to be of the kind alluded to.
POLSON AND THE LAST SCOTTISH WOLF.
Mr Scrope[112] describes, from traditions still existing on the east coast of Sutherland, the destruction of what is supposed to have been the last Scottish wolf and her cubs. This was between 1690 and 1700.
This wolf had committed many depredations on their flocks, and the inhabitants had been unsuccessful in their attempts to hunt it down.
A man named Polson, attended by two herd boys, went in search of it.
Polson was an old hunter, and had much experience in tracing and destroying wolves and other predatory animals. Forming his own conjectures, he proceeded at once to the wild and rugged ground that surrounds the rocky mountain-gulley which forms the channel of the burn of Sledale. Here, after a minute investigation, he discovered a narrow fissure in the midst of a confused ma.s.s of large fragments of rock, which, upon examination, he had reason to think might lead to a larger opening or cavern below, which the wolf might use as his den. Stones were now thrown down, and other means resorted to, to rouse any animal that might be lurking within. Nothing formidable appearing, the two lads contrived to squeeze themselves through the fissure, that they might examine the interior, while Polson kept guard on the outside. The boys descended through the narrow pa.s.sage into a small cavern, which was evidently a wolf"s den, for the ground was covered with bones and horns of animals, feathers, and egg-sh.e.l.ls; and the dark s.p.a.ce was somewhat enlivened by five or six active wolf cubs. Not a little dubious of the event, the voices of the poor boys came up hollow and anxious from below, communicating this intelligence. Polson at once desired them to do their best, and to destroy the cubs. Soon after, he heard the feeble howling of the whelps as they were attacked below, and saw almost at the same time, to his great horror, a full-grown wolf, evidently the dam, raging furiously at the cries of her young, and now close upon the mouth of the cavern, which she had approached un.o.bserved, among the rocky irregularities of the place. She attempted to leap down at one bound from the spot where she was first seen. In this emergency, Polson instinctively threw himself forward on the wolf, and succeeded in catching a firm hold of the animal"s long and bushy tail, just as the forepart of the body was within the narrow entrance of the cavern. He had unluckily placed his gun against a rock, when aiding the boys in their descent, and could not now reach it. Without apprising the lads below of their imminent peril, the stout hunter kept firm grip of the wolf"s tail, which he wound round his left arm; and although the maddened brute scrambled, and twisted, and strove with all her might to force herself down to the rescue of her cubs, Polson was just able, with the exertion of all his strength, to keep her from going forward. In the midst of this singular struggle, which pa.s.sed in silence--for the wolf was mute, and the hunter, either from the engrossing nature of his exertions, or from his unwillingness to alarm the boys, spoke not a word at the commencement of the conflict--his son within the cave, finding the light excluded from above, asked in Gaelic, and in an abrupt tone, "Father, what is keeping the light from us?"--"If the root of the tail break," replied he, "you will soon know that." Before long, however, the man contrived to get hold of his hunting-knife, and stabbed the wolf in the most vital parts he could reach. The enraged animal now attempted to turn and face her foe, but the hole was too narrow to allow of this; and when Polson saw his danger, he squeezed her forward, keeping her jammed in, whilst he repeated his stabs as rapidly as he could, until the animal, being mortally wounded, was easily dragged back and finished.
A similar story has been given, with the wilds of Canada for the scene.
The young Highlander was said to be dirking pigs, while the father was keeping guard. "Phat"s keeping out the licht, fayther?" shouts the son.--"If ta tail preaks, tou "lt fine tat," were the question and answer.
FOOTNOTES:
[112] "The Art of Deer-Stalking," &c., by William Scrope, Esq., F.L.S., p. 371.
FOX.
The sharp-faced fox is a very epitome of cunning, and his name is a by-word for slyness. Farmers know well that no fox, nestling close to their houses, ever meddles with their poultry. Reynard rambles a good way from home before he begins to plunder. How admirable is Professor Wilson"s description of fox-hunting, quoted here from the "Noctes." Sir Walter Scott, in one of his topographical essays, has given a curious account of the way in which a fox, acquainted with the "ins and outs" of a certain old castle, outwitted a whole pack of dogs, who had to jump up singly to get through a small window to which Reynard led them. His large tail, so bushy and so free, is of great use to Reynard. He often brushes the eyes of his pursuers with it when sprinkled with water anything but sweet, and which, by its pungency, for a time blinds them.
The pursuit of the fox is most exciting, and turns out the lord "of high degree," and the country squire and farmer. It is the most characteristic sport of the "better cla.s.ses" in this country.
AN ENTHUSIASTIC FOX-HUNTING SURGEON.[113]
A medical gentleman, named Hansted, residing near Newbury, who was very fond of fox-hunting, ordered his gardener to set a trap for some vermin that infested his garden. As ill luck would have it, a fox was found in the morning with his leg broken, instead of a plant-eating rabbit. The gardener took Reynard to the doctor, when he exclaimed, "Why did you not call me up in the night, that I might have set the leg?" Better late than never: the surgeon set the leg; the fox recovered, and was killed in due form, after a capital run.
FOX-HUNTING.
(_From the "Noctes Ambrosianae," April 1826._[114])
_North._ It seems fox-hunting, too, is cruel.
_Shepherd._ To wham? Is"t cruel to dowgs, to feed fifty or sixty o" them on crackers and ither sorts o" food, in a kennel like a Christian house, wi" a clear burn flowin" through "t, and to gie them, twice a-week or aftener, during the season, a brattlin rin o" thretty miles after a fox?
Is that cruelty to dowgs?
_North._ But the fox, James?
_Shepherd._ We"ll come to the fox by and by. Is"t cruel to horses, to buy a hundred o" them for ae hunt, rarely for less than a hundred pounds each, and aften for five hundred--to feed them on five or sax feeds o"
corn _per diem_--and to gie them skins as sleek as satin--and to gar them nicher (_neigh_) wi" fu"ness o" bluid, sae that every vein in their bodies starts like sinnies (_sinews_)--and to gallop them like deevils in a hurricane, up hill and doun brae, and loup or soom ca.n.a.ls and rivers, and flee ower hedges, and dikes, and palings, like birds, and drive crashin" through woods, like elephants or rhinoceroses--a" the while every coorser flingin" fire-flaughts (_flakes_) frae his een, and whitening the sweat o" speed wi" the foam o" fury--I say, ca" you that cruelty to horses, when the hunt charge with all their chivalry, and plain, mountain, or forest are shook by the quadrupedal thunder?
_North._ But the fox, James?
_Shepherd._ We"ll come to the fox by and by. Is "t cruel to men to inspirit wi" a rampagin happiness fivescore o" the flower o"
England or Scotland"s youth, a" wi" caps and red coats, and whups in their hauns--a troop o" lauchin, tearin", tallyhoin" "wild and wayward humorists," as the doctor ca"d them the t.i.ther Sunday?
_North._ I like the expression, James.
_Shepherd._ So do I, or I would not have quoted it. But it"s just as applicable to a set o" outrageous ministers, eatin" and drinkin", and guffawin" at a Presbytery denner.
_North._ But the fox, James?
_Shepherd._ We"ll come to the fox by and by. Is"t cruel to the lambs, and leverets, and geese, and turkeys, and dyucks, and patricks, and wee birds, and ither animal eatables, to kill the fox that devoors them, and keeps them in perpetual het water?
_North._ But the fox, James?