Edward Axtell

Franz J. Heilborn

Heilborn’s Raffles

Edward Burnett, a Prominent Early Breeder

Barnard’s Tom

Hall’s Max

Champion Halloo Prince

Bixby’s Tony Boy

J. P. Barnard, the Father of the Boston Terrier

Champion Sonnie Punch

Rockydale Junior

Edward Axtell, Jr., and One of His Boston Terriers

E. S. Pollard, A Large and Successful Breeder

St. Botolph’s Mistress King

Champion Yankee Doodle Pride

Champion Dallen’s Spider

Champion Mister Jack

Champion Caddy Belle

Prince Lutana

Champion Fosco

“Pop” Benson with Bunny II

Sir Barney Blue

Champion Lady Dainty

Champion Todd Boy

Champion Willowbrook Glory

Squantum Punch

Tony Ringmaster

Goode’s Buster

Champion Whisper

Champion Druid Vixen

Champion Remlik Bonnie

Champion Boylston Reina

Champion Roxie

Peter’s Little Boy and Ch.  Trimont Roman

Champion Lord Derby

Gordon Boy, Gretchen, Derby’s Buster, Tommy Tucker, Ch.  Lord Derby

Gordon Boy

Champion Dean’s Lady Luana

Mrs. William Kuback, with Ch.  Lady Sensation

CHAPTER I.

THE BOSTON TERRIER.

Who and what is this little dog that has forced his way by leaps and bounds from Boston town to the uttermost parts of this grand country, from the broad Atlantic to the Golden Gate, and from the Canadian border to the Gulf of Mexico?  Nay, not content with this, but has overrun the imaginary borders north and south until he is fast becoming as great a favorite on the other side as here, and who promises in the near future, unless all signs fail, to cross all oceans, and extend his conquests wherever man is found that can appreciate beauty and fidelity in man’s best friend.  What passports does he present that he should be entitled to the recognition that he has everywhere accorded him?  A dog that has in 35 years or less so thoroughly established himself in the affections of the great body of the American people, so that his friends offer no apology whatever in calling him the American dog, must possess peculiar qualities that endear him to all classes and conditions of men, and I firmly believe that when all the fads for which his native city is so well known have died a natural death, he will be in the early bloom of youth.  Yea, in the illimitable future, when the historian McCauley’s New Zealander is lamenting over the ruins of that marvelous city of London, he will be accompanied by a Boston terrier, who will doubtless be intelligent enough to share his grief.  In reply to the query as to who and what he is, it will be readily recalled that on the birth of possibly the greatest poet the world has ever seen it was stated: