CHAPTER V. 

 A Fiery Old Gentleman. 



About the beginning of October, 1887, Morey and I 

 Were out riding one morning. We had no spears with 

 us, and I had only brought a gun with me in case we 

 should put up any snipe or plovers. 



While riding along we heard some people, who were 

 cutting paddy, shout and kick up a row as if they had 

 seen something, in fact, just the kind of row they would 

 make if they saw a pig. Morey and I were trying to 

 find out what this was all about, when we saw a few 

 hundred yards off a big boar coming toward us. When 

 he saw us he put up his ears as if he meant to come at 

 us ; but changing his mind he made for some gehema 

 (saccharum ciliare), a tall-growing fodder crop, where 

 he took shelter. 



Morey, whose blood is always up when he sees pigs, 

 proposed to send to Sunkurpore for spears, and hailing 

 one of the men who was cutting paddy, we sent him off 

 at once to the place. 



While waiting for the spears to come up Morey and 

 I devised what we thought would be the best means to 

 get the pig out, viz., to send in the eight or ten coolie 



