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we had together, with a couple of empty kerosine tins, 

 and kick up as much row as possible in the gehema. 

 The spears having arrived we exchanged mounts, Morey 

 getting on my waler horse, and I on his 12-2 pony. 

 When we were ready we sent the men in to the crop, a 

 couple of small dogs we had with us following them. 

 As the piece of gehema was rather big, and the stuff high 

 and thick, it took some time to find piggy's whereabouts ; 

 but no sooner was he roused than he charged one of 

 the kerosine tin-men, knocking him over and slightly 

 cutting him in what, I should say, was a rather tough 

 and horny part of a native ! ! ! Of course, we heard the 

 hoof, hoof, of the pig, and the next moment our beaters 

 were rushing headlong out of the place, leaving their 

 kerosine tins behind. We did not know what to do next ; 

 it would not have been safe to send the men in again, as 

 the boar seemed to be an ugly customer. We thought 

 our best plan would be now to fire off a few charges of 

 shot in the place, not with the chance of hitting the pig, 

 as we did not know where he was, but with every 

 possibility of frightening him. After throwing a few 

 volleys of clods we fired off half-a-dozen shots. This 

 bad the desired effect ; for piggy, finding the place- too 

 noisy, cleared out at once. He had gone a pretty good 

 distance before we discovered he had broken out. On 

 seeing us he made for the bil, which he crossed and got 

 on to some Khor lands. Morey and I had to go over a 

 bridge, as a khal — Beresford Khal as we nicknamed it — 

 on account of the mishap his Lordship had in crossing 



