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it, intervened between us and the boar. Once across, 

 we made for our foe who, on seeing us, never tried to 

 run but waited for us to come up. Morey put on steam, 

 so as to meet the boar, who was also quite ready to meet 

 him half-way. But, to our astonishment, the pig all of 

 a sudden fell over and had some difficulty in getting up 

 again. The horse shying made Morey miss what would 

 otherwise have been an easy spear ; the pig on getting 

 up made again for the bil. We then saw that he had 

 been wounded sometime previously, evidently an old 

 gun-shot wound, and his thigh put out of joint, so that 

 whenever he tried to turn sharp round he fell over. I 

 suppose piggy seeing himself at a disadvantage with his 

 game leg, went, as I said before, into the bil. There 

 was a heavy crop of amone, or winter paddy, growing in 

 the water, and the pig soon disappeared in it, but we 

 could see by the waving of the dhan which way he was 

 travelling. We thought now there would be no more 

 chance of getting him out, and he was quite master of 

 the situation for the time being. The few coolies we 

 had with us would not venture in the paddy, as they did 

 not know where he might be lying. A bright thought 

 struck us all of a sudden. There was a small boat or 

 dinghy in the bil, why not utilize it to drive this am- 

 phibious boar ? Our plan was soon made ; we sent a 

 couple of men in the boat with instructions to drive him 

 towards us — I mean the side we were going to. We 

 rode round to the side we had first started the boar from. 

 The boatmen, on seeing us, commenced steering towards 



