94 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING-. 



a bad job we made for our encampment, the tents Deing 

 pitched outside the Jumsipore village alongside a big 

 bil, and on our way we decided to hunt up all the likely 

 bits of cover. 



Outside the Raipore village there is a small klial 

 running parallel to it, and we soon found ourselves on 

 the banks of it. After some trouble, the place being 

 rather soft and muddy, a proper ford was found. Giving 

 orders for the elephants, spare horses and followers to 

 go straight to the tents we went ourselves across with 

 a few beaters. As luck would have it where we crossed 

 there was a rather nice patch of wheat, and we had not 

 gone far in it when our eyes caught sight of a huge 

 bansa right in the middle of it, and from the size of it 

 it was evident there were more than one occupant, and 

 we were not mistaken in our conclusion. With the 

 first volley of clods the place shook as if alive, and out 

 jumped a couple of pigs, one a sow and the other a boar 

 — a perfect monster. As pigs had never before been 

 ridden in these parts — at least not to my knowledge — 

 the ones we put up now did not know exactly what to 

 make of the sight before them. The sow, however, having 

 made up her mind to clear out, she was soon followed 

 by her mate ; but both going in different directions. 

 Not knowing the country very well ourselves we were 

 in no hurry to ride the pigs ; but, the boar having taken 

 what appeared at first to be an open part of the country, 

 we were soon after him ; but, alas ! We had not gone 

 far when piggy disappeared all of a sudden before us, 



