“The rough, large-boned, ill-looking Lurcher,” says Mrs. Bowdich, “is said to have descended from the rough greyhound and the shepherd’s dog. It is now rare; but there are some of its sinister-looking mongrel progeny still to be seen. They always bear the reputation of being poachers’ dogs, and are deeply attached to their owners. They have a fine scent; and a man confessed to Mr. Bewick, that he could, with a pair of lurchers, procure as many rabbits as he pleased. They never give tongue, but set about their work silently and cautiously, and hunt hares and partridges, driving the latter into the nets of the unlawful sportsmen.” He is a dog to whom a bad name has been given, and who has found a bad name but one step from hanging.