72 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



believing, I suppose, that " Trixie " was his only enemy ; 

 but on seeing us he turned his head as if to have a good 

 look and then trotted away. We had to wait for the 

 spears, which we had given to our syces, to come up, 

 who were behind : as soon as we got these we were off 

 after the boar. The pig on seeing us after him stopped 

 as if he meant to fight, but changing his mind he 

 went away in big bounds. He was certainly much too 

 heavy and lusty to exert himself much, so after the first 

 burst he pulled up into a trot, and then turning round 

 charged at full speed, tail and bristle standing on end. 

 Morey's Cabulli was not of much use, as whenever he 

 saw the boar coming at him he swerved away. The pig, 

 who was a very tough customer, did not seem to mind 

 the spears much, and it is a wonder he did not knock 

 down the horse or cut him, as several times he was not 

 only alongside but right under the horse. Morey was 

 shouting to me to exchange mounts with him, but this 

 was not an easy thing to do before an infuriated boar* 

 We were now gradually getting near the village, and 

 piggy, catching sight of some mulberry fields, put on a 

 spurt and made straight for them ; but just as he was 

 disappearing in one of the ditches, Morey managed to 

 get a good spear into him. The boar evidently knew his 

 line of country, for while we were looking for him all 

 over the place, we heard some of the villagers call out 

 that the pig had gone on their side. After exchanging 

 mounts, Morey getting on my waler, and I on his Cabulli, 

 we went round to where the pig was last seen, and sure 



