80 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



of some fifteen or sixteen riders, thundering in a cloud 

 of dust was enough to strike terror in the heart of any 

 pig. But, like the knights of old, our present friend 

 did not count on numbers arrayed against him, for after 

 going a short distance he turned round, and in an in- 

 stant was behind the Major's horse, whom he chased for 

 fully fifty yards, Peacock going his best, and the boar 

 following in long bounds. Piggy, finding himself out- 

 paced, sullenly gave up the chase and took up his 

 position in a slight hollow there was. The boar being 

 perfectly fresh we devised what we thought would be 

 the best means to kill him without injury to our horses — 

 by charging one by one in turn. The first to deliver 

 his spear was Wilson, and he was soon followed by 

 Ferguson, Eeily and some others, the boar always 

 meeting every one half-way, and never trying to shy off, 

 and fighting to the last he died without a groan. This 

 was a magnificent boar and stood a little over 36", and 

 was one of what you might call the fighting Jat. 



By the time we had got back the elephants and 

 beaters had moved on to the other patiale. As it was 

 getting late, and very warm, we made the line hurry 

 up, and taking our position in the cool shade of some 

 trees awaited the result of events. Above all the din 

 could distinctly be heard the military-like commands of 

 the Sikhs, who were trying to keep the line in order. 

 A couple of shots from one of the howdahs warned us to 

 be prepared, and we had not long to wait, when the 

 waving of a piece of cloth by one of the mahouts told 



