CHAPTER VII. 

 "Trixie" and the Boar : An Exciting Adventure. 



Towards the beginning of September, 1887, there was 

 no work going on, and most of the country being under 

 water, Morey, that true sine impavide et sine integra, and 

 1 found time hanging rather dull on our hands, so we 

 determined to see if we could not get up something in 

 the pig-sticking line. 



Early one morning we got together a few beaters, 

 that commodity being rather scarce and expensive owing 

 to all the villagers being busy cutting their paddy and 

 saving it from being submerged. 



A nice open bit of country was reported to us as 

 being the rendezvous of all the pigs of the neighbour- 

 hood that had been driven from their haunts by the flood. 

 When we got to the place we found it, as represented to 

 us, well above the water and in capital riding order, some 

 patches of gehema and scrub jungle made the place per- 

 fect, and in fact just the kind of country the pigs would 

 make for in case of necessity. 



Considering the time of the year we had a delight- 

 fully cool and cloudy morning, and it looked indeed as 

 if that mighty hunter, the great St. Hubert, the patron 



