104 REMINISCENCES OF PIG-STICKING. 



We next tried a rather extensive piece r of aeree 

 which was on our way to the factory. A nice little 

 boar breaking took us at a good pace. Johnstone 

 eventually getting the first spear. Joynson's steed, 

 objecting to make too close an acquaintance with the 

 pig, tried some acrobatic feats which landed his rider on 

 what, I should call, was his seat of honor ! This small 

 boar, after being speared, did all he could to avoid any 

 further fighting and had to be ignominously polished 

 off on foot in a bush where he had taken shelter after 

 being speared. Being now rather late in the day we 

 decided to make straight for the factory, so leaving 

 instructions to the beaters, spare horses and others to 

 follow, we cantered in quite prepared for a tub and 

 lunch. 



Old Archy did not care to go out again in the after- 

 noon so I took out my two younger guests to see if 

 we could not stir up something. I must say we were 

 in luck. After knocking about for a short time, mostly 

 through crops, we came to a small patch of very fresh- 

 looking green wheat just alongside a cart track ; a gap 

 in the centre of it looked rather suspicious, so I called my 

 friends' attention to it. As the wheat was not high we 

 could plainly see something black in the centre of the 

 gap, and very soon the head and shoulders of a pig 

 were discernible. Up went the bristles and out charged 

 a splendid boar going the way he wanted and scatter- 

 ing every one right and left. The sun was rather 

 down on the horizon so piggy, instead of making for 



