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bay, passing close by F , who, jumping on one 



side, brouofht his knife down with all his force. He 

 was a little too quick, and the knife, taking the boar 

 right between the eyes, shivered like glass, although, 

 as we afterwards found, the point penetrated the skull. 

 Fortunately, the boar disregarded the now defence- 

 less F , and, closely followed by the hounds, turned 



to bay again some fifty yards on with his quarters 



to a tree. F got behind it and drove the spear 



nearly through him, enabling me to finish him with 

 my knife. 



We had now to count casualties. One hound lay 

 dead, his heart and lungs exposed to view. Another 

 — a draft, by the way, from the Colombo pack — was 

 laid open from shoulder to thigh, but afterwards 

 recovered. The leg of a fox-terrier was hanging by 

 little more than the skin, and, though she recovered, 

 it was only to be lame for life. 



The boar was a monster. After the hounds had 

 eaten a good deal of him and he had been cleaned, he 

 still weighed three hundred pounds. He must there- 

 fore have been equal to the largest European boars. 



This episode is perhaps hardly elk-hunting. But it 

 is one which may be encountered any day when 

 looking for elk, and therefore, I think, admissible 

 in this chapter. 



Y. THE RAJPUTANA HOUNDS. 



My last winter in India was approaching, and I had 

 never seen fox-hounds at work in that country. The 

 station where I was living was not altogether suitable 



