The power of this animal must have been immense.

My brother's weight and mine, together being upward of twenty-four stone, in addition to that of half-a-dozen heavy dogs, did not appear to trouble him, and had we not been close to the spot when he came to bay, so that the knives came to the instant succour of the dogs, he would have most probably killed or wounded half the pack.
In this wild and rough kind of sport, the best dogs are constantly most seriously wounded, and after a fight of this kind, needles and thread and bandages are in frequent requisition.

It is wonderful to see the rapid recovery of dogs from wounds which at first sight appear incurable.

An instance occurred a short time ago, when I certainly gave up one of the best dogs for lost.

We had found a buck, who after a sharp run, came to bay in a deep part of the river known by the name of Black Pool.