one which was kept at Keeldar
Castle. He was like the Spanish pointer, but much stronger, and
untameably fierce,--colour, black and tawny, long pendulous ears,--had
a deep back, broad nostrils, and was strongly made, something like
the old English mastiff, now so rare."

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Wanley, in his "Wonders of the Little World," relates the following
anecdote:--

"Anno Dom. 867.--Lothbroke, of the blood-royal of Denmark, and father
to Humbar and Hubba, entered with his hawk into a boat alone, and by
tempest was driven upon the coast of Norfolk in England; where being
found, he was detained, and presented to Edmund, at that time King of
the East Angles. The king entertained him at his court; and perceiving
his singular dexterity and activity in hawking and hunting, bore him
particular favour. By this means he fell into the envy of Berick, the
king's falconer, who one day, as they hunted together, privately
murdered and threw him into a bush. It was not long before he was
missed at court. When no tidings could be heard of him, his dog, who
had continued in the wood with the corpse of his master, till famine
forced him thence, at sundry times came to court, and fawned on the
king; so that the king, suspecting some ill matter, at length followed
the trace of the hound, and was led by him to the place where
Lothbroke lay. Inquisition was made; and by circumstance of words, and
other suspicions, Berick, the king's falconer, was pronounced to be
his murderer. The king commanded him to be set alone in Lothbroke's
boat, and committed to the mercy of the sea, by the working of which
he was carried to the same coast of Denmark from whence Lothbroke
came. The boat was well known, and the occupant, Berick, examined by
torments. To save himself, he asserted that Lothbroke had been slain
by King Edmund. And this was the first occasion of the Danes' arrival
in this land."

A planter had fixed his residence at the foot of the Blue Mountains,
in the back settlements of America. One day the youngest of his
family, a child of about four years old, disappeared. The father,
becoming alarmed, explored the woods in every direction, but without
success. On the following day the search was renewed, during which a
native Indian happened to pass, accompanied by his dog, one of the
true bloodhound breed. Being informed of the distress of the planter,
he requested that the shoes and stockings last worn by the child