62 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



A couple of hours' ride brought us to the ground ; 

 the grass had been a good deal cut, still there was 

 enough of it to make it worth our while to try it. The 

 coolies and elephants were soon in a line, and before 

 long three or four sows were out, and we had a long 

 and useless ride after one before finding out her sex. 

 We next tried some wheat and were more fortunate, for 

 from under a mimosa tree out jumped a small, wiry- 

 looking boar. He took us at first at a good pace, but 

 seeing no cover within sight, he turned sharp round, 

 and came straight, impectumfacere, into Anderson, whose 

 horse he hit just above the knee — horse, pig and rider 

 all rolling together. The first to get up was the boar, 

 then the horse, who bolted leaving Bob lying on the 

 ground with the saddle between his legs, the girths 

 must have broken when the horse went over. Fortun- 

 ately for Anderson the pig's attention was called away 

 by Drummond whom he was induced to chase for a 

 short distance, thus giving Anderson the time to get up 

 and run to the nearest babool tree in case of emergency. 

 The pig next made for Hills, who got a dig at him. 

 Bob, who had remounted a fresh horse, a big chestnut 

 waler, and who was a little angry, I should say, with 

 the boar for the trouble he had caused him, got in a 

 couple of spears, and in the next few minutes piggy 

 had been speared at least a dozen times ; and he had at 

 least three or four spears, either whole or broken, stick- 

 ing in him. He was certainly one of the toughest pigs 

 and hardest to kill that I ever came across, and his 



