The elder Brodie had come from Iceland, had lived with a squaw, had sired the first "Swen" Brodie.

He was a fawn dog with a Dudley nose and light eye, and was pale in muzzle, and whilst full credit must be given to him for having sired many good Mastiffs, he must be held responsible for the faults in many specimens of more recent years.

The fire that boils my pot, with oak or beech Is pileddry beech-logs when the snow lies deep; And storm and sunshine, I disdain them each As toothless sires a nut, when broth is in their reach.