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shortly after a slow running bay — there was no 

 mistake as to our game. He disdained to run, and, 

 after walking before the pack for about three minutes, 

 he stood to a determined bay. The jungle was 

 frightfully thick, and we hastily tore our way through 

 the tangled underwood towards the spot. We had two 

 staunch dogs by our side. Lucifer and Lena, and when 

 within twenty paces of the bay, we gave them a halloa 

 on. Away they dashed to the invisible place of 

 conflict, and we almost immediately heard the fierce 

 grunting and roaring of the boar. We knew that they 

 had him, and scrambled through the jungle as fast as 

 we could towards the field of battle. There was a 

 fight ! the underwood was levelled, and the boar 

 rushed to and fro with Smut, Bran, Lena, and 

 Lucifer all upon him. Yoick to him ! and some of 

 the most daring of the maddened pack went in. The 

 next instant we were upon him, mingled with a con- 

 fused mass of hounds, and throwing our whole weight 

 upon the boar, we gave him repeated thrusts, ap- 

 parently to little purpose. Round came his head and 

 gleaming tusks to the attack of his fresh enemies, but 

 old Smut held him by the nose, and, although the 

 bright tusks were immediately buried in his throat, 

 the staunch old dog kept his hold. Away went the 

 boar covered by a mass of dogs, and bearing the 

 greater part of our weight in addition, as we hung on 

 to the hunting-knives buried in his shoulders. For 



