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Evans coming up got in a second spear, but the old 

 boar did not require much more of the cold steel as 

 blood was spouting from his mouth, and he lay down to 

 die with a look of contempt at his enemies as a knight 

 of old ! ! This was also a splendid boar, and just about 

 the size of the two previous by killed. 



The sun was now getting rather low down in the 

 horizon, and, as we had two miles to ride to the factory, 

 most of us wanted to get on. But Drummond, who had 

 got quite enthusiastic by this time, wanted to have an- 

 other go. So leaving the spare horses, elephants, &c, 

 on the road to the factory, we cantered up to some new 

 cover about a mile or so away. The grass we had come 

 to was rather thin and did not seem very promising, 

 but before long a sight met our eyes that made our 

 hearts jump. Right in the open, under a mimosa tree, 

 lay a huge boar fast asleep. While we all stood at the 

 edge of the village Bob Anderson went to stir him up, 

 and he was so sound asleep that he had actually to be 

 pricked. When he got up he looked terribly angry at 

 being so rudely awakened ; of course, his first thought 

 was to make for the village, and he charged right 

 through the lot of us and went the way he wanted. We 

 were all soon after him. Being a knowing one, he got 

 on to an old road leading to the village and stuck to 

 it. For us it was nasty riding ; for besides the road 

 being cut up a good deal, it was partly over-grown 

 with jungle and big trees growing here and there. The 

 only thing we could do was to ride parallel to the pig 



