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chow dars, half-a-dozen constables, and the Mahomedan 

 Sub.-Inspector of Police on a tat. He told us he had 

 speared the boar, which had gone and laid down in a 

 bush, and was now going with reinforcements to produce 

 the body. Reily asked some of us to accompany him 

 and, as the place was not far, we gladly went. The 

 place where the pig had disappeared after being speared 

 was one of those mango gardens or topes you generally 

 find round villages with a lot of undergrowth, not a 

 nice place to ride in, so we preferred to let the Sub.- 

 Inspector and his retinue go in. 



As misfortune would have it, an old sow had her couch 

 in the place, and the Sub.-Inspector from his vantage 

 position soon caught sight of her ; of course, he mistook 

 the Missus for Reily's defunct pig, and made a rush 

 forward, shouting to the chowJcidars and others to follow. 

 The denouement that ensued baffles all description. As 

 we were outside, we could not very well see what had 

 happened, or what was going on, for ckoivkidars and 

 policemen were flying in all directions, some trying to 

 climb trees, but most of them making for the open, and 

 in the midst of all this appeared to our astonished gaze 

 the Sub-Inspector, travelling in what I should say was 

 a most wonderful and unearthly way. His pony seemed 

 to be going on its front legs only, the hind-quarters 

 being high in the air, and the Sub.-Inspector, who was 

 holding on like grim death with his legs clasped round 

 his charger, was gesticulating, yelling and lashing 

 behind with a small stick. Just then this wonderful 



