64 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



his position, made a charge down the slope and sealed 

 his fate, for, getting a spear behind the shoulder, he 

 rolled on his side, a few kicks, and all was over : Re~ 

 quiescat in pace. 



This was not a big boar, as he measured about 31 or 

 32" but showed wonderful pluck and vitality. 



After a drink a move was made towards the patiale. 

 Riding along, there were shouts of a soor being seen, 

 and sure enough a big-looking pig was seen going 

 across the maidan, but as he was at least a mile away it 

 was difficult to say whether it was a sow or a boar. 

 Hills swore it was one of the sows we had put up in 

 the morning ; but as the rest of the fellows believed 

 otherwise, we had at least a couple of miles' gallop be- 

 fore finding out that Archie was right. Sows have a 

 most unpleasant habit, when once disturbed, of reappear- 

 ing and turning up every now and then, and looming 

 on the horizon they look twice as big as they really are. 

 As we had not coolies or elephants enough to beat the 

 big patiale, we made for the smaller one. Putting the 

 beaters and hathees on the west side with instructions to 

 work up towards the east end, we rode forward our- 

 selves and took our position on a big mound. This 

 big mound, with a clump of jack trees (Artocarpus in- 

 tegrifolius) is one of the landmarks of the patiale, for 

 from its height a commanding view of the country 

 round can be had. 



Slowly the line advanced, a sow or a butcha showing 

 themselves now and then, and disappearing after having 



