52 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



Morey and I thought the fun rather exciting, as we 

 did not know whose turn it would be next. After a 

 short time he was seen to go into a bush. We crept 

 up close enough to be safe, and fired off a couple of 

 charges of big shot ; the next moment the boar was 

 out and made straight for the place we were standing 

 on ; in a moment we were up some bamboos, and not a 

 minute too soon, for the pig passed underneath us. 

 Seeing that all his enemies had vanished like ghosts, he 

 retired to a heavier bit of cover from where we tried, 

 but in vain, to dislodge him. Feeling, I should say, 

 rather sick he must have laid down in some cool mud-hole. 

 Three days after the news was brought of this pig's 

 death at a village fully two miles from the place where 

 we had left him last. This was a very black and gaunt- 

 looking pig, and must have measured 35 to 36 inches, 

 and had a very fine pair of tushes. The wound in the 

 leg made him very savage, and he gave us a few hours' 

 rare sport ; it was a pity, though, that we had not the 

 satisfaction of performing his funeral rites. 



