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the pig, and did all he could to land Lawrie on top 

 of the soor, but got, I believe, the worst of the bar- 

 gain. 



We had just killed our first pig when a slight drizzle 

 set in, this was rather unpleasant, for besides wetting 

 us it made the ground very slippery, so we made for 

 the nearest tree, a very leafy and venerable-looking 

 hot tree (ficus indicus.) 



While waiting for the rain to clear out, we discussed 

 the cold saddle of mutton and Pilsener beer Hills had 

 very thoughtfully sent out. By by the time our slight 

 repast was over, Father Sol made his exit, so we were 

 soon remounted and on our way to Sriepore, round 

 about where there was said to be some very heavy 

 wheat. When we got to the ground we found any 

 amount of crops, but a couple of hours' ride through 

 them proved blank, so rather disgusted, we made our 

 way towards the factory. We had gone on our way 

 for about a mile or so when out of some old mulberry 

 ditches out jumped a very good-sized boar with all his 

 bristles up and evidently in very bad humour. He had 

 not gone far when he turned round on Johnstone, who 

 was nearest to him and who got a very good spear. 

 This pig would have showed good fight as he was quite 

 fresh and seemed very savage ; but Johnstone's first 

 spear made him feel very sick, and he tried to keep 

 up a very unequal combat, till covered with wounds he 

 quietly sank down. This pig measured 35" and had a 

 thick crop of bristle and a very good head. 



