COCK-TAIL’S STORY.

Ir is known, I believe, that half-bred animals do
not reproduce their kind, and if it were otherwise
innumerable would be such kinds. My mother’s
father was a fox. Her mother was a well-bred terrier
in colour much like your own. She belonged to a
man who lived near Harborough in Leicestershire,
and was valuable to him for her extraordinary
talent in killing rats and mice, as well as for the
use which he occasionally made of her in poach-
ing at night. Wishing to procure a mixed breed
between her and a fox, he took her one night,
at a particular period of the spring, to a certain
spot in a wood which he knew to be much
frequented by foxes, and having fastened her
against a tree left her there till morning. On