ONE OF THE GOOD OLD KIND. 97 



Having some work at home I left shortly after tiffin, 

 promising to come out and hunt again next morning. 

 Malcolm had come in on his way in from Berhampore 

 during my absence, and he agreed to accompany me. 

 Early in the morning we left for Photaipore where I 

 had promised to meet Hills and Henderson. When we 

 got to the river Bhoirup, near Dhorompore, we met 

 Hills' mare Juliot being led and going very lame. On 

 getting nearer we saw that she had a very nasty cut in 

 the chest, and were not long in coming up with Hills and 

 Henderson themselves, and heard that they had already 

 killed a very fine boar who had cut the mare. It was 

 rather strange how this was done. The boar, it would 

 appear, had only one very long and thin lower tusk, 

 with which he could rip, and he knew this well, for 

 when Hills got close on to him and about to spear him, 

 he rushed across in front of the mare and came charging 

 on the near side. The consequence was that Hills was 

 taken quite unaware, and before he could wheel round 

 the boar got in, and with his solitary long tusk gave 

 a very deep and ugly cut in the mare's chest. Good 

 old Juliot had a very narrow shave, as the wind, I 

 suppose, getting in by the wound made her swell out 

 to an immense size ; but with good care and nursing 

 she quite recovered in a couple of months. 



After our meeting we tried some more wheat, but 

 there was, perhaps, a little too much of it and it required 

 a good deal of beating and knocking about before we 

 started a rather small-looking pig, a very fast little boajr, 



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