90 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



We allowed the pigs to get well away, and as they went 

 n Indian file we saw that there were at least three boar 

 among the lot, and instead of making for the heavy 

 covers of Gozneepore, they went away towards distant 

 Sajdapore, the increasing gloom emboldening them. The 

 pigs must have gone about half a mile before we began 

 riding them ; on seeing us they all stood clustered 

 together, but one of the more knowing ones, a very fair- 

 sized boar, broke back and made for the village, and 

 though Peacock, Gibson and some of the Nawabs went 

 after it they could never come on terms with him. 



There were still two boars in front of us, and we had 

 a grand gallop in the now cool evening. After a couple 

 of miles of going on rather rough ground, we picked 

 up the two boars, Wilson getting the first spear of one, 

 and the Sultan Saheb the other. Both these pigs fought 

 well and were killed in the fast approaching darkness. 

 It was, by this, time to make our way to the factory ; 

 so leaving the elephants, beaters and others to find their 

 own way we took the shortest cut home ; but we had 

 not finished yet with our chapter of adventures. Riding 

 through the village some of the inhabitants came up to 

 us to tell us that a couple of men had been wounded 

 by a pig ; we wondered how this could have happened, 

 as we let no wounded boars go away. 



However, from enquiries, we found that this is what 

 had happened. It would appear that the last boar that 

 had broken back to the village was making straight for 

 some safer or favourite haunts ; when going through he 



