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and the next moment we found ourselves in a perfect 

 labyrinth of yawning ditches. So deep and wide were 

 they that, riding parallel and not within fifty yards, we 

 could not see each other. Of course, we thought it was 

 all up with the boar, but having just managed to catch 

 sight of him as he was getting into some jungle near 

 the village, we made our way towards the place with 

 the forlorn hope of his having got on to some open 

 country beyond. After a good deal of twisting and 

 turning and coming down and going up, we found our- 

 selves close to the jungle where we had last seen the 

 boar on the very skirt of the village. None of the 

 villagers could say anything about the pig, as they had 

 not even seen him. As a last chance, Hills and I gallop- 

 ed through the village with the hope that he had gone 

 through, but on getting on the other side, we saw not 

 only no signs of the pig, but found again that awful 

 mulberry country : so disgusted and in despair we turned 

 back, and while Hill's rode back through the village 

 admiring Nature, I rode off to see what had become 

 of Henderson, whom we had lost among the ditches. 

 After a good deal of riding and knocking, about I 

 caught sight of him, a mere speck on the horizon, going 

 alongside the bil, and I could also see that there was 

 a black-looking object who came rushing at him out of 

 the water. After a short time Henderson alone was 

 visible, and the black object, which was evidently a pig, 

 had disappeared. I rode across to see what had hap- 

 pened, and Henderson on seeing me came up towards 



