98 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



who took us a spin of a couple of miles before we 

 could come on terms with him. Malcolm, on an old 

 waler mare, McLean's mare as she was called, getting 

 first spear. After being speared the pig took shelter 

 in an old pan or betel garden ; luckily there was a 

 small bit of clearing when, in trying to get across, 

 Henderson gave him a good spear that sent him rolling 

 on his back. This was a small pig, as he stood only 28", 

 but was remarkably fast. 



We next tried our luck in some patches of grass 

 and soon put up a good-sized lanky-looking boar, who 

 gave us a short run and then charged Henderson who 

 got the first spear. This pig showed plenty of fight, and 

 was what you might call a jumping pig, but luckily he 

 did not do any damage. He stood a little over 33" and 

 was, very thin and mangy-looking. As it was now getting 

 now rather late, we made for a clump of trees, where 

 after a smack and a drink, Hills and Henderson left for 

 the tents, and we (Malcolm and I) made our way back 

 to the factory. 



Malcolm had to get back to his own place, so I rode 

 out alone next morning to meet Hills and Henderson 

 and show them a good day's sport. I met them not far 

 from the Dhorompore village, and though we tried some 

 very likely wheat and grass, we saw no pigs, though 

 there were plenty of signs of them the villagers, who 

 had been out before us, had evidently driven away all the 

 pigs from their crops. Disappointed, we made our way 

 to the new patiale as a pike de resistance. On our way 



