10 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



spurt, but the big clods told more on bis small feet tban 

 the horses', and he soon took to the aels (small ridges of 

 field boundaries generally running at right angles). 

 Malcolm had now slightly headed him ; and no sooner 

 the boar saw what was about than he made straight for 

 him ; a spear just above the left eye made him turn 

 towards the Major, whom he chased for a considerable 

 distance. Before piggy exactly knew what had hap- 

 pened Hills had planted a spear between his shoulders, 

 and he soon rolled over dead. He was a good pig, very 

 lusty and measured about 33", but had very poor blunt 

 tusks, evidently not a very young pig. It was near 

 twelve o'clock now, and as old Hills is always very 

 punctual, a halt was made for tiffin. A big pacoor tree, 

 (figus indicus) was very handy, but unfortunately it had 

 been denuded of most of its leaves by the gowalahs for 

 their cattle. Cold mutton, I mean Patkabaree mutton, 

 bread and butter washed down with beer and tonic and 

 a dessert of cold pudding, cheese and celery is, I think, 

 more than one may expect in the Kalentar. The Nawab 

 had some eatables on the elephants with panee and pan, 

 the latter betel leaves, and not the beetles, the late ex- 

 Sanapatee of Manipore was supposed to indulge in. 



After a stretching of the limbs and a smoke for those 

 that went in for it, and the horses had been fed and 

 watered, a move was made. A small and half-deserted 

 village called Kemblampore was said to be the haunt of 

 a mysterious boar ; the villagers swore that he was as 

 big as any of their buffaloes, and that he generally came 



