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was small ; and we had not proceeded far when the well- 

 known " hoof ! hoof !" sent a thrill through us, and the 

 next moment away went a big boar bounding through 

 the grass, his steel grey colour contrasting singularly 

 with the yellow-looking grass. Anderson, on a brown 

 waler gelding — Eclipse — rushed him from the first, but, 

 unfortunately, Bob came a cropper in a blind hole just 

 where the grass ended. By the time he had remounted, 

 the boar was off to the next patch, Archie on Old Tom- 

 my and Drummond on Nugget were hard after him. 

 We then saw the boar, a perfect monster, was minus 

 his caudal appendage, as the villagers had told us. 



The boar first went into the grass, and as the place 

 was a good deal cut up by the remains of an old 

 road or track, I warned the fellows to be careful. 

 Drummond, who was riding on the extreme right, was 

 seen to wave his spear over his head and shout Tally ho ! 

 when out broke the boar and we were all soon after him. 

 After going a short distance it struck us that this was 

 quite another pig we were after, for not only was he 

 much blacker, but what was more he had a nice clean 

 tail, which he carried high over his back : evidently 

 the tailless boar had found a very suitable substitute to 

 take his place. However, as the present pig was also 

 another monster, he was not to be despised, so we rode 

 him into another patch of grass through which he rushed 

 and made straight for Gozneepore village. Drummond 

 raced him, and by riding well on his left, kept him from 

 getting into the heavy cover he was making for. The 



